Army of 1/2: a GoW fanfic/parody

[DeadPool]

Hi, im new 2 the forums, but im been following them for some time, and know about the frequent guys like Uday, and Zoso, who seemingly know everything. I decided that since all the fanfics r kinda drama based, like tie in blood, and the such, i would show people the lighter side of GoW from the perspective of an everyday loser whose got a few homocidal urges thats been drafted in to the COG armed forces. This is meant 2 be a parody/ joke, it is full of random things, and dark humor. It was inspired by things like RedvsBlue, i-mockery.com's sense of humor, and a few other things, so be open minded. enjoy!:D

PART 1 to the MAX!

"Aaahh, smell that sweet Sunday morning air!" exclaimed Mike, the leader of Omega Squad (oooo, tough guys:rolleyes:), who, coincidentally, is the main character decribed in the intro. "Uuuhhh, sir? That smell is reminants of the nerve gas Lambda used last night to completely annihalte the Locust platoon while we hid in our big safe bunker like a pack of cowards instead of fighting and dying like valiant heroes, kinda of like Lambda squad ALSO did a few hours ago," replied Clive, a sarchastic and rude Omega who was also Mikes best pal in the war-ravaged world, short-windedly, just before he stumbled over a locust corpse who they had put into a suggestive position with one of their fallen comrades. As a matter of fact, they had been at it all morning, re-arranging bodies into funny positions because they had that kind of time. You see, HQ put together this team of rag-tags and scew ups as a sick joke whose exploits were to boost the moral of the rest of the army. They really didn't care if they lived or died, they just used them for insane suicide missions, for kicks. Mike just ignored Clive for the moment and wondered how the other Omegas were fairing at the moment.

Anyhow, there were about 60-70 stiffs in the surrounding streets of the ruined city, and Howie, a closet queer Ex-Canadian mounty, and Weasel, a smart, yet geeky comic fan-boy with Tourettes syndrome, had just returned from making a large, male reproductive organ in the street using several corpses. These two made up the rest of Omega Squad. "Is the wang done?" asked Clive. "Yes, and it looks fantastic...eh," said Howie in a far away voice as he longingly gazed at their handy work. When he realized that his squad mates were staring at him with complete shock, he quickly restored his manhood by punching Weasel in the neck and rapidly carving a crude pentagram into his forehead with his standard issue COG hunting knife. "Well, anyway team, maybe we should call HQ and report our victory," Mike said as he started walking towards their bunker to use the radio. "Okay, we'll wait out here," said Weasel, as he picked up a severed Locust head. "Who wants to play soccer!? NOOB SCUM#$&%$!" Tourettes, whatta ya gonna do?

Mike entered the old bunker outpost that was used in this city years ago in the Pendulam wars. Now, it was used by the morons that made up the amazing OMEGA SQUAD! It was covered in their filth and Mike stepped in God only knows what as he made his way to the radio on the other side of the room. He knocked aside the empty liqour bottles onto the floor and called for HQ through the radio. "Yes, this is COG HQ in Jacinto, how may I help you?" crackled over the radio. "Hey, this is Omega Squad and we just wiped out a whole Locust platoon with some nerve gas, and some... helpful sacrifices from Lambda squad," Mike responded while biting his lip. "Wait, who's Omega Squad?" asked the radio operator. "C'mon, we're stationed in downtown of New Sera-ton-ville,:o " Mike said, starting to wish he didnt call. After a brief pause, the operator replied "Hang on, are you the guys with that weird gay canadian we sent over there a few months ago for a 'top secret assignment'?" "Yea, we still havent gotten the details for that mission yet, how sketchy is that?" Mike answered. "Wait a second, I'll see what we got for you guys," the operator crackled, who, to Mike, sounded as if he were both trying to retain laughter, and was also shocked that they were still even alive. He heard in the background of the opposite end of the radio some chatter. He couldn't make out much of the talk, but he heard some laughter, and could have sworn he heard something about the "Major losing the bet". When the operator returned, he actually sounded very serious this time, and spoke with a somewhat cautious tone. "Actually, we have something really important that needs to be done not to far from your position. Very important, indeed..." he trailed off. Mike listened intently to the mission details and lit up with glee as he hung up the radio. "Finally, a REAL mission!" he thought to himself. This was his big chance to be a huge war hero, just like this guy Fenix, or whatever his friggin name was, he was hearing so much about. He wasnt about to let it slip through his fingers.

2 B CONTINUED!
Well, waddaya think? Action will come up in part 2, which i will work on soon. This is just a build up 2 that.

[gamerboy228]

well i dont want to just say thanks for the effort......nevermind thats all im going to say.

[GearsManiac123]

well i dont want to just say thanks for the effort......nevermind thats all im going to say.
dont worry, im with u on that!! lol, its alright though, we'll keep it at that!!:p

[DeadPool]

Thnx gears. Not much I can say 4 u though gamerboy...*growls* jk, ne1 have sum suggestions?

[DeadPool]

Alright, heres part 2, its just a wee bit more serious.

Mike skipped out to his squad, overwhelmed with the glee of actually being given a mission. Howie had just punted the severed head being used as a ball past Clive and through a window, thus smashing it. "You damn moose-%#@&er, now we need a new ball!" Weasel screeched as Clive walked over to dead COG soldier whilst revving his Lancers chainsaw blade. "I got it covered," he said confidently. But before he could desecrate the heroes body Mike interupted them. "Hold it guys, we got action, believe it or not." He filled in the squad on the mission details. "Recon says theres some strange Locust activity going on over in the Park on the other side of the city. Intelligence says they look like they're working on something. We need to find out what it is, and take it out," Mike stated. "Like on a date, eh?" Howie asked stupidly. A quick slap from Clive silenced his ignorance. "In a few hours, a King Raven will drop off weapons, an Armadillo, and some more decoys. And by decoys I mean reinforcements..." he added quickly, realising his folly. He glanced at the remaints of Lambda squad, and quickly changed the subject. "Hey, who's up for Thrashball?!" he cried grabbing his Lancer and advancing towards a body.

When the chopper arrived, it dropped the Armadillo into the street, and landed about a half block up the street, where there werent any corpes arranged by the Omegas to look like they were having sex. 6 men emerged from the chopper, and walked over. "I'm Lt. Ramirez, and we're the Spec Ops squad here to help you foo-erm, i mean brave men out," stated the Lt, catching himself a little late. The Omegas thought nothing of it. "The weapons are in the Armadillo, which Jimmy here will drive," he slapped a surprised looking young soldier on the back, "since he knows the way. The rest of us will take the Raven. Lets move out." Jimmy started to protest his command, when the Lt. told him to shut up.

As the chopper lifted off, Ramirez looked down at the street, noticing for the first time the giant penis shaped out with corpses.:eek: He shook his head while messaging his temples, and hated HQ for putting him and his men with these morons. He could only imagine what they were putting that poor kid jimmy through right now. "Can I drive?! Please!?" shouted an over excited Weasel into Jimmy's ear, causing him to swerve violently, almost hitting a surviving Stranded who was out looking for food. "NO! SIT YOUR @$$ DOWN!" he roared into Weasels face, who started to tear slightly. He got back into his seat, and examined the weapons at the back of the Armadillo, trying to pick between the Flamethrower, and the sniper rifle. Howie who was riding shotgun, took the swerve as an oppurtunity to "fall" on to Jimmy, while he popped a feel on the young soldier.;) Between that, and the loud Fall Out Boy CD that Mike had put into the stereo was enough to make him want to remove his snub pistol and kill either himself or all of them, either way, at least it would be quiet. He thought it best to channel this rage into the Locusts that they were going to fight soon. He stepped on the gas and focused on the road.

Part 3 coming soon, and with some action this time, sorry.

[Soul]

I actually think this is pretty funny, don't see much parody-fanfic's about Gears of War.

By the way, Deadpool, is your name based on the comic book Mercenary who's funny and badass at the same time? :D

[DeadPool]

Yea, i got my name from the Merc w/ a mouth, im a huge fan. Thnx 4 the the positive feedback:D!

[Soul]

Yea, i got my name from the Merc w/ amouth, im a huge fan. Thnx 4 the the positive feedback:D!

I love that comic, makes me laugh.

and your WELCOME.

[DeadPool]

Part 3, finally. sry, iv been busy. its a little something called a life that i have 2 attend 2. Iknow this may seem like a foreign concept 2 some of you guys, but trust me, you'd surprised how many people have them.

When the Omegas pulled up to the rendevous point where they would park the Armadillo and King Raven as they moved in stealthily, Jimmy sprinted over to the recently landed chopper to be with normal people for just a few seconds before his almost inevitable death before the hands of a savage Locust drone. "Lt., permission to put a bullet in my head!?" he cried when he reached Ramirez. "DE-nied! Keep it together soldier, just visualize the enemy as the Omegas, and you'll make it through this." he barked almost instantly to the already half-crazed private. (He had just spent the last 20 minutes in the same vehicle as the Omegas, which should explain his state-of-mind!) Mike and his squad all struted out of the APC looking rather confident about them selves due to them all trading in their shotguns for heavy weapons, which they holstered while the carried their Lancer rifles. Mike had chosen the rocket launcher, Clive had shouldered a portable gattling gun, Howie was sporting the sniper rifle due to its looong, haaard build:D , and Weasel had the flamethrower, because he felt like a lvl. 26 Black mage w/ pyromancy abilities when he shot it. That was his favorite. They had also stocked up on some uber-godly nadage, as weasel put it, like Flash-bangs, smokes, and incindenarys, as well as demo charges. "OK troops," the LT growled, "My Spec Ops team will enter through the west side by rappeling over the wall, and Omegas, you guys will do the same on the opposite end of the park." Howie had raised his hand at that point. "The opposite side is the EAST side, got it?" said the Lt with a cocked eyebrow, anticipating Howies stupidity. Howie put his hand down while muttering "yea, eh..." looking slightly hurt. "We're trying to get to the center of the park, where there is the most Locust activity. Stay quiet, and keep checking in on the radios on 10 minute intervals. Oh, and by the way, HQ's intel says the Locusts are a helluva lot smarter than we think, so be on guard. (can u say "foreshadowing"?;) ) LETS ROCK!" Ramirez cried, while cocking his gun excitedly and starting to run to his position. The Omegas and Specs just stared awkwardly at each and the Lt for a few seconds, then silently decided it best to get to work without question.

After having to give Weasel a boost over the 6-ft high wall, because he was afraid of heights, the Omegas walked casually through the park when they really should have been trying oh, say, AVOID THE GUARDS! But, luckily, the area was lightly guarded. They made it to the perimeter of the Locust encampment and took cover behind trees and boulders. Mike made some very professional looking SEAL-style hand gestures towards Clive. He simply stared at him with confusion and decided the best course of action would be to flip off Mike. Mike rolled his eyes and whispered to him to check out the area through his sniper scope.(Clive and Howie traded guns because Howie was REALLY weird things with it when he "went to take a piss where nobody can see him") "What was with all the twitching then, I thought you were having a seizure man, just use your words from now on, like a big boy..." Clive complained half to Mike, half to himself, as he adjusted his lens. After a couple more minutes of recon, Clive reported over his radio, to both the omegas and the specs that there were Drones carrying dumpsters filled with what appeared to be captured humans. They were still alive, but stuffed into the dumpsters like sardines.:eek: "Oh, schist, here come some guards, hide, eh!" Howie shrieked. Two drones came over just as they ducked behind a tree and started to...talk? There was no record of the Locust ever actually speaking, so the COG just assumed they didn't. But these ones...they spoke with proper British accents! "So, Maxwell, how do you feel about the new bio-weapon we are producing? And do you want 1 or 2 lumps of sugar in your tea?" asked the first in an inquisitive manner. Mike's squad was never any good at stealth, but at the moment he couldn't remember why. The sight of Weasels twisted face reminded him: Weasel has Tourettes! He was trying his best to hold back the profanity, as it could blow there cover at any second! "2 please. And as for the bioweapon, I think it is splendid that we will soon be using such an effective method against the humans.*sips tea* It will save an unbelievable amount of money on weapons, troops, and ammo, Walter." responded the second. Weasel finally erupted with the term "BRITISH $%&-TARDS!" It was enough to alert the surprisingly intelligent locusts, believe it or not. "O, bother, it would appear we have intruders, shall we terminate them, Walter?" said the second, sighing, as he reluctantly put his tea cup down. "Indeed, lets." said the first, as they cocked their Hammerburst rifles. Mike reeled up and and shouted "OPEN FIRE!" as the Locusts advanced towards Weasel. The entire camp was alerted and all Mike could hear was gunfire as their bullets shredded the English subterrean dwellers, and Ramirez cursing out the pack of retards that comprised the Omega squad through the radio.

Part 4 comig soon!

[DeadPool]

Hey, is ne1 gonna read this? Guys? dont leave me...*sobs*

[DaRkNeSs2393]

I think that it is pretty funny man :)

[pWnyoUNOw]

yeah those are really funny. the best part though was when howie flipped mike off after he did the hand signs.:D

[DeadPool]

Actually, if u were paying attention, it was CLIVE WHO FLIPPED THE BIRD! Howie is the gay canadian, and clive is the soldier version of randall from the Clerks movies. But its ok, thnx fellas.

[DeadPool]

ITs finally here, part 4! sry it took so long.

Part4

Mike held the trigger of his lancer until the two surprisingly intelligent British locust drones were dog food. But, when attacked, the one he didnt kill immediatly pissed himself, and all over Weasel, who was knocked back several feet, at the sight of his "matey" being gunned down. After both were dispatched, the omegas took a second to register what just happened. "Ok, that locust pissed himself and it tore right through his pants, what the fudge is up?" Clive asked, surveying the tear in the Drones pants. "It was like a fire hose, eh..." giggled Howie as he tried to peek up the Locusts shorts. "Wait a second guys, im covered in urine!" Weasel screeched as he tried to wipe off the orangey-yellow liquid. "Well, thats what you get for blowing our cover, you zit-faced, dice-rolling, orc-slaying douce!" Screamed Mike. The entire Locust camp was aware of the intruders, but they couldnt pin-point they're exact location. "Guys, it looks like they're sending out search teams, we better get outta here!" reported Clive, seeing the entire thing through his sniper scope. Alright team, lets get the hell outta here! Except you, Weez." said Mike as he grabbed Weasel by the collar. "You gotta...hold this position, and be our back up...yea that sounds right..." He gave Weasel his gun and wished him good luck as the confused nerd watched his squad mates run off, ducking in and out of cover, dodging Locusts much more efficiently, now that the Tourettes junkie was not there to f*** things up. He waited for some time before he heard something behind him. It sounded like tree trunks were bing up-rooted by some huge, hulking mountain of muscles. Weasel gripped his falmethrower tightly, and hid behind a rock. All he could see was the dark silhouette of some 9-ft tall beast, and it was getting closer, seemingly tracking him by his piss scent...

Lt. Ramirez was about to explode. Those idiots had blown the element of surprise, and now they were being hunted trough the woods by these things from Hell. He had spotted a squad of Locusts coming his way, and he decided his team, you know the REAL soldiers, would set up some REAL traps. Like the remote mine he had planted in the clearing where the drones were standing in right now. He blew it, and the noise caused confusion among the Locust camp. They proceeded to the side of the park where the Specs are. This bought the Omegas some time to get to the main bunker the Locusts had set up to make this new bio-weapon that they were working on. But...they had run into a problem. It wasnt any gurads, or physical threat or anything...it was a door. A steel door which they couldnt open. Now, any idiot would use the C4 that they were given before they arrived, or even Mike's rocket launcher WHICH HE WAS HOLDING, but it never occured to them, and that wouldnt be funny, or easy for the Omegas. Its like if the villain in any James Bond movie just iced him instead of telling him their entire plans, along with its easily exploitable flaws, and then putting him in an easily escapable deathtrap. Get it? Good. After spending 15 minutes trying to pry the door open with their knives, and then trying to chainsaw the bolts, they thought of just slamming into the door, one at a time, but to no avail. Clive gave it one last pitiful attempt after psyching himself up by yelling "I'm the Juggernaut, b*tch!!", and then sprinting at the door, head first, but he simply bounced off while giving a slightly girly whimper. He fell back and looked up in a dazed manner at the massive Berzerker standing over him. He almost soiled himself when he realized he was in perfect curb-stomping position.

Mike and Howie raised their guns to fire, but before they did, Weasel walked out from behind the beast, grinning, and told them not to shoot. "Guys, meet Sha-neyney!" Weasel said. The Berzerker stared at them with its beady little eyes and flexed a bicep that made the Arnorl Schwartzaneggar(?) look like Topher Grace, the skinny dork kid from That '70's Show. Which is awesome. "When you guys left me in the woods, this female locust came by, and since i was covered in the drone piss, the scent caused her to confuse me for a locust. The Berzerkers arent to smart. I decided i wasn't going to die a virgin, took the chance, and then decided to come look for you guys during the pillow talk!" he continued. The Omegas looked at him in the most disgusted manner, cringing, all wondering if the war really was worth fighting now and finally Howie spoke. "You mean you...f***ed this thing!? eh," he asked. Weasel blushed, and changed the subject, if only for a moment. "Look, she can get the door open, she'll do anything I ask. Anything..." He said with a sly look on his face. Mike pondered if the RPG he was holding would be enough to kill this unholy couple in one shot, but realized the tactical advantage of the team having its own personal Incredible Hulk. After the door was demolished, they followed the Berzerker into the bowls of the bunker, who easily dispatched guards, believing them to be threats to her new boyfriend. When they reached the main laboratory of the locust bas ethey couldn't believe their eyes as the looked around. From behind them, the Spec ops team had arrived, having finished off the search teams outside using crafty guerilla war-fare tactics. Ramirez was going to blow a gasket, and Jimmy cocked his pistol at the sight of the Omegas, but the entire Spec ops team stopped in awe just as the Omegas at the sight of the weapon. Or weapons I should say. But, before their minds could register what the new weapons were, the mood was ruined by the Berzerker. She had just farted.

2 B CONTINUED!!!!
Any thoughts on what these Bioweapons could be? suggestions will be considered.

[Gameplay]

Cool man, I wonder if we can convince epic to review these stories and get some kind of concesus for extra content!!! Keep em coming the house is in full support.

[DeadPool]

thnx did you actually read part 4 though? you posted like, 4 minutes after i did. not trying 2 b rude, just sayin, ya know...

[pWnyoUNOw]

finally thanx dude. you have one of the best fanfics.

[DeadPool]

Part 5

Every one simply stared at the Berzerker who had ripped @$$ as they were surveying the tubes filling the huge room that was the Locusts main lab. On the other side of the lab, unbeknownst to the Omegas and Specs, a group of Locust drones were just coming out of their rec room, where they were "enjoying a pint" These particular Locusts also had British accents, but not the proper ones like the previous two had. Instead, they sounded more like soccer hooligans, and used London street slang. The leader noticed our "heroes" on the other side of the room, and informed his chums. "Oy, lads! Those wankers are looking to spoil the bio-weapon! C'mon lads, lets give these Nancy's a f***ing good kicking!!" He removed his Hammerburst, cocked it and screamed, "Cmon lads its going off!! RRRAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!" They all cocked their weapons and charged towards the Omegas and Specs in a drunken fit, shouting and firing off rounds. Out of fear, Jimmy, the kid the Omegas annoyed the schist(its a rock) out of during the drive over here, tried to run and stumbled. He flew at a control panel and his head slammed right into a large, red button which said "ACTIVATE!"

The tubes opened, finally revealing the Bio-weapon. "ZOMBIES!? The Bio-weapon is zombies!?" Mike shouted, as a reanimated corpse stumbled out of the nearest tube and came towards them. The drones had just got to their position, and saw the zombies coming out of the tubes. "You bloomin' tossers are in for it now, these zombies are gonna feast on yer Yankee arses!" shouted their leader, with a grin. But just then, one of the zombies came over to the drone next to him and started to chow down on his throat! "Looks like you red-coated punks have no control over these things; your just as screwed as us!" said Clive in a spiteful manner. "Omegas, AAASSSEEEMMMBBBLLLEEE!!!!" Mike roared as he and his allies lept into action, mowing down undead after undead, chainsawing, curb stomping, but they just kept coming. Weasel ordered Sha-neyney to barrel through the crowd, and the drones were completely ignoring the Omegas and Specs, defending themselves quite well. At this point, the vast number of zombies had aimlessly wandered throughout the base, infecting and killing any remaining locusts. Mike dove behind a tube for cover, where the Locust leader also had taken cover. "It looks like were outnumbered, and neither of our teams can beat these guys alone..." he said. "Are you suggesting a truce?" Mike replied. The Locust nodded and informed both teams of the alliance over their radios. At first they couldn't believe what they were hearing, but as the undead horde flooded the lab, they yielded. "We dont have the ammo to take them all down! We need to get out of here!" Ramirez yelled over the sound of his chainsaw shredding through the zombie that had just devoured one of his men. Ramirez secretly wished it was Jimmy, since he was the one that set these things loose.

"WAIT! I actually have an idea!" Mike hollered. "We should pool our explosives into one mega bomb, and blow the place!" The locust leader replied:"That;s a good idea, mate! We'll cover you while you rig the bomb!" The locust and human alliance formed a circle around Weasel and Mike, who were arming all the C4, remote mines, grenades, and rockets together. After several minutes of fumbling with wires and listening to Weasel's Tourettes outbursts, they finally got it ready. "Sha-neyney, make us an exit!" Weasel shouted to his disgusting sex partner, and she charged through the crowd, as well as several walls, creating holes for them to run through to get outside. They sprinted after the Berzerker, as zombies grabbed at them. They made it out and Mike dramatically turned, held out the detonator, and said his greatest catch phrase ever: "TIME TO MAKE THE DOUGHNUTS!!!!!1!1!!" (dont ask) The entire bunker exploded, sending fllaming bodies soaring through the sky landing all around them. They all looked at the crater, but they all thought the same thing. Clive was just the first to say it out loud. "...time to make the doughnuts...?" he asked. "I read it in a comic once(a Deadpool comic!:p )" he responded. "Now, about that whole Locusts and Humans fighting each other into extinction thing...." said Ramirez as the humans and locusts separated and eyed each other like the cowboys do in Western movie showdowns, gripping and cocking their weapons. "Now, wait just a tick, united, we eliminated a potentially major mutual threat which neither of us could take out by ourselves. I think that has earned us at a day of peace." said the Locust leader noblely. "Your right, I mean, look at what we achieved!" said Mike, as he gestured towards the smoldering crater where a beautiful park once was. This was followed by a brief awkward silence. "Agreed. We'll go our seperate ways and enjoy the rest of the afternoon before we get back to this war." And with that, they patted each other on the back and went their seperate paths. "You know, those humans aren't so bad. As a matter of fact, the first friendly camp we get to, I'm radioing HQ and telling them to consider peace with the humans...yea, peace..." said the locust leader, to his mates. His squad mates confirmed his thoughts with an "aye". It was at this point Mike decided to detonate the remote mine he had hid in the leaders armor when they patted each other on the backs. "Crap, what a maroon! Those things only understand killing, how could they possibly be peaceful." Mike said as he and his teammates laughed at the explosive surprise they had left the locusts. They were unaware that they just destroyed the only immediate possibility of ending the locust war. "Yea, i cant believe their gullability!" chuckled Weasel, as the Berzerker carried him on her shoulders. "Well, I had you guys all wrong," said Ramirez, smiling for the first time since they met him. They had just arrived back at their vehicles. "You may be bumbling screw ups, but we would never have gotten through that without you guys," he finished. The Specs got back onto the chopper, and the Omegas into the Armadillo with Sha-neyney.

As Mike was driving back, he reported on the radio to HQ the success of the mission. Once again, the operator was shocked at the fact that they were still alive. "You guys report back to Jacinto for promotions on your bravery, and when your done with that, we'll see about giving you guys another mission." With that, Mike stepped on the gas, and drove off into the sunset towards Jacinto.

THE END!
well, thats it guys, but watch out for Mike and the Omegas in the thrilling sequel, Army of 3/4: The sequel! Good night all!

[DeadPool]

guys? oh no...its happening again...you've left me...*bursts into tears, and stares at suicide pill* PLEASE! READ MY FANFIC! SAY IM FUNNY! THIS ALL I HAVE!jk, im sry.:D

[pWnyoUNOw]

lol sry bra. that was fricken funny look me up on live we'll play together.

[DeadPool]

Sum 1 Read This!!!!!!:D

[BEALbeal 485]

how do you..... ya know..... with a locust?

[yoyo209]

I read every chapter today.

[DeadPool]

I read every chapter today.

Trust me, it can be done, weasel found a way;)

[DeadPool]

Ignore the first 1, that was a mistake.

how do you..... ya know..... with a locust?

Trust me, it can be done, Weasel found a way. When your a desperate, dorky zit-faced loser, you take any chance you can get.;) The Berzerker confused him for Drone, cuz of the piss-scent. Thats how animals do it, y should the Locusts be any different?:confused:

[DeadPool]

A sequel is in the makes as you read this, it will be around by the end of the week. There will be more randomness, action, and CHUCK NORRIS! :D

[JordanD]

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

[DeadPool]

read The Sequel, Damn You!!!!!!1!!!!

[DeadPool]

Guess what gang?! im thinkin of doing a crossover between this and my tentamn series, what do u think?

[yoyo209]

I haven't read the tantenda w/e series. link?

[TombstonePoet]

Don't do any chuck norris in your next one, that would be a cop out, work with what ya got.