City of IF

[Advarr]

Prelude


As I cleaned up myself and sat down into the trench dug fresh three hours ago, I took a look around at the carnage. It did not affect much anymore like my first battle, I remember that like yesterday. Actually, It was yesterday! Anyway, all around were other old and fresh trenches with tons more acons sleeping or resting inside. I then dared a peek over the front of my trench and engrossed myself in the sorrounding in front of me. There was a gorgous looking forest across a stretching feild full of mortar shell craters.

The sun was going down and I began to nod off. Thinking of my cozy home in Oak Branch my family and friends, laughing together and sharing stories of drama and comedy. This wasn't the first time I thought of old memories, but this memory impacted me the most. Some of my close friends and relatives I knew were dead and some I saw die. Before I knew it I was lost in dreams.

I suddenly woke to a loud explosion and soil, dirt, and rock showered my helmet. My ears rang in a high pitched wail as motar rounds landed around me and my fellow comrades. The fox hole next to mine got hit directly and a acons dead body landed into my trench. I'd rather not explain it in detail, but you should know after everything I saw so far it didn't affect me much, but Private Jimmy Seed screamed in hysteria. Poor kid was just going into adulthood.

Another mortar hit next to us and I had to brace for the force of the explosion, but Jimmy got nocked of his feet. Then he lost and ran up over the trench, muttering insanely and noncomprehensively. I shouted for him to hold, to come back but it was too late. I heard the crack of a nearby sniper rifle and heard the thud of a body.
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Chapter One: The Truth of What I Am

It has been seventeen days of constant mortaring and on and off charges from the opposing bushtails. Our lines were thinning and we were all wondering when reinforcements would arrive. I was lucky to be alive now for everyone that has moved to my trench has been dispatched and disposed. Now I sat alone contemplating this whole war.

It began when the bushtails started to scorn our kind, so we began to riot and rebel. Those riots turned into small armed assualts and eventually into mass war. We were always looked at in disdain, we were different, weird, unusual. Now we're dieing off.

It's night now and through the thick fog the brilliant full moon could still be seen shining brightly. I heard the screams of agony and pain all around and began to lose my mind. Hysteria is a wierd thing to experience. You feel distant and away, often thinking when your talked too, only focusing on one thing at a time. I began to lose subconciousness of my sorrounding and just got up and started walking.

Through the fog the snipers couldn't see me and without thinking I headed for the forest. I was dead silent and extremely stealthy as I reached the forest, what can I say, that's just how I grew up.

In the forest I stumbled upon a stream and began drinking thirstfully, and, might I add, a little noisyly. I heard a gun cock and felt the barrel of a gun prod at my head.

"You, black squirrel, put your hands up and turn to face me." I repressed voice commanded. Now may not be the best time to mention that we're all squirrels but I didn't think It was important at that point.

I turned and looked to see my unknown attacker and yelped in a mixed cry of demise and relief when I saw what was attacking me.

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Question is: What is IT?

[Advarr]

This is not actually about a war in any way, it was just my way to intoduce plot and character, although if the audience wishing it this may lead down the path of destruction.

On second note to clear things up, the characters are squirrels and the main character and the 'acons' are black squirrels, which are squirrels with black fur and white on the tips of their nose.

The 'bushtails' are more regular squirrels like red squirrels, etc.

The main thing I'm going for is an intresting human like twist to squirrels but keep your suggestions creative and open.

Also, sorry the thing in whole is short. It was a sort of rushed idea.

[DeadManWalking]

YAY SQIRRELS!!!!!!!!!!

although i don't think this is a very realistic take on squirrels.

Everybody knows that the All-Squirrel controls all squirrels telepathically, be they black or red.

and there is no such thing as squirrel reproduction; all squirrels are cloned directly from the all-squirrel.

[Design]

It is the squirrel's younger brother. He has been brainwashed by the bush tails, and to further prove this, he has vainly tried to paint his black coat a different color.

[Advarr]

Like that idea personally. I'll also try to add some more comedic relief next lolz.

Squirrelz Rulez

ThX <(X.X)>

[NinjaTenorSaxophonisTT]

Alright. You told me to leave my idears at the bottom of your whatever this is. Okay I'm officially confuzzed. Well anyway. The attacker should be a rapid racoon and then they get into a ninja fight. That would freakin sweet. :lol:

[Advarr]

OK, so far we have the squirrels twin brother and a rabid squirrel. Both good ideas so keep up the good work. Don't limit yourself to only one suggestion a post, open your minds!!

Polls will probably open Friday since I'm Itching to write again. X.x

Your Lord and Master,
Varr

[DeadManWalking]

... what about the All-Squirrel?

[Advarr]

All-squirrel included too. So, actually I'll open the poll tomorrow and most likely write Sunday. With three options I don't see reason why not!

X.x

Your Lord and Master,
Varr

[avenger]

I think it is the twin brother seeking revenge, because mommy always like the other best. Hope this helps! :smile:

[avenger]

Also it could be foamy or pillsy the squirrel. Unlimited possibilities!! Also you can create guns that shhot acorns or something. Hmmm keep on working!! :lol:

[Advarr]

polls closed and the main characters brother is the winner

so, I'm writing the next chapter to it, I fell behind, sorry

X.x

The Forgetful Author,
Varr

[Advarr]

Chapter 2

"No, Clhad, what have they done to you?" I stared at the terrible sight in front of me, "Com'on Clhad, snap out of it!" I shouted to him in dismay and agony,"Snap out of it Clhad, snap out of it!" I burst into tears, shuddering uncontrolably in sadness.

"Shut up! Get on your knees and keep your hands in the air." Clhad demanded of me.

After a few seconds, I was still crying unable to get down. "Get down, NOW!" he shouted as I dropped to my knees.

"Chlad please, I'm your brother, how can you do this to me?" I inquired dismally,"and, why?"

I saw a moment of uncertainty flash across his eyes and I took advantage of it as much as I could,"Yes, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm your brother." The wave of question grew on my brothers face, so I continued my act of creating doubt,"Ok, put the gun down Clhad, I don't have mine and there's no reason to hurt me." It was difinitely working.

"Bu-but, your the enemy, aren't you? I'm red and your black, that makes us enemies, doesn't it?" I looked at his coat of fur, and it was a complete mess. It was hurriedly painted over with red paint to make him look like an enemy. Of course, it was absurd. There were patched of black, red, and even some brown.

"Just jump into the water with me," an idea came to mind,"I'll show you who you really are." As I thought he immediately obliged. Crawling into the water silently and swiftly.

"Aren't you going to come in too?" he asked so innocently. So I jumped in with little splash and backstroked over to my brother. Memories of my long gone past rushed past my eyes, all the fun times gone, forever.

"Ok," I choked up on tears,"get out and look at your coat now." As he climbed out of the stream and looked down in the water, shouting in susprise.

"I'm a black squirrel?" he mumbled to himself, just loud enough for me to hear,"I'm a black squirrel!" He ran up to me and grasped me in a hug, realizing, finally, who I was. "Oh, Fuwnz, I missed you so much, I thought you were taken down in the frontal assualt."

"Um, Chlad, why were you paired up with the enemy?" I was dying to know.

"Well, after the frontal assualt up Golden Nut Beach, I was-" I cut him off with a quick hand motion. I difinitly heard something.

"Stop there, black beast, you are-"

I cut him off there, ignorantly, "don't you think that it's rude to call someone something like that, I don't call you a retarded red devil, now do-"

"SILENCE," he interrupted loudly,"chose your next words carefully, demon squirrel!"

"Now that's not any-" I shut myself up when about forty other red squirrels popped up over the nearby ridge. All heavily armed and ready to hurt someone badly.

"You were saying, black squirrel." he said it like such a smart-

"argh nevermind," I contemplated my choices,"Now what?"

No seriously, what now?
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Saving private squirrel.
This is an example of what these squirrels look like.
P.S. I got the picture from www.funnyjunk.com

[DeadManWalking]

lol.

I think that you shud make a run for it.

or you could trade insults.

That is definitely the smartest thing to do.

[Advarr]

haha, insults would just lead to violence, which would lead to running for it anyways (Still a good idea though, and I could have some fun with the insults). I was thinking, like have Clhad pretend to point the shotgun at Fuwnz head (Well, not pretend to point it but...whatever) and escort them to the enemy base. O.o

That could possibly bring some action to the story. Thanks for the suggestion though.

X.x

The Awesome Auther Advarr (<--- see what I did there triple A (AAA))

[Reasoner]

Hmm?

I would fight, nothing like a good 2 vs 10-30 brawl, since there's not a lot of action. Besides, running wouldn't get you very far since your surrounded. Although your idea, Advarr, has some potential, they enemy doesn't seem too stupid and wouldn't really fall for it.