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Author's Note: Thought I'd try my hand at the Red Hot H & E comp with the Toymaker, one that looked a lot of fun  .
Chapter 1
Even the most unusual and strange events have their roots buried long ago in the past, events that work towards a climax – zero hour. Consequently one of the beginnings of this quite extraordinary tale begins several years ago in Eastern Europe.
Alexi Poppanov had spent all his life working on making old fashioned toys, wooden trains, stuffy bears, wooden board games and tin soldiers. He was an incredibly talented craftsman in wood and metal, he had the benefit of much knowledge that had been passed down to him from his father and before that his grandfather – to which he had added his own. There was nothing he liked better than to make proper toys with his hands and see the smiling faces of the children who received them. Smiles that had been becoming less and less, until the thin trickle of kids coming to his shop had dried up completely. Now all the kids went for the soulless plastic dolls, toy cars made in Taiwan and thin disks that they stuck into slots that produced fleeting flashing pictures. A tear rolled down Alexi’s wizened face as he turned over the creaking white board in the window for the last time, this was it - the end. He wobbled unsteadily over to ‘Dobbin’, his black and white patched rocking horse, placing a hand on its back, tears now freely flowing from his face. It felt as though a boiling dagger had been plunged deep within his heart.
It was in those few minutes however that Alexi’s sorrow turned to resentment, then to rage. Nine hundred and ninety nine men in a thousand would have merely muttered curses or thrown a temper fit, but not Alexi. Alexi’s family weren’t quitters, they were fighters and as Alexi felt the overwhelming rage at the state of the world he lived in, he controlled it – letting it burn within, but continuously with a definite purpose. Slowly he climbed to his feet and moved slowly away into the backroom of his shop. In there he reached up for a special ornamental tin that he had kept hidden, marked ‘Emergencies’. The dust that lay upon it was so thick that he needed to turn his head away to avoid instant suffocation from the ensuing cloud of dust.
He paused, did he dare…there would be no going back. A curious smile crossed his face, one that the hardworking toymaker had never felt before – channeled from the resentment inside. Grinning he lifted the lid and looked at the sparkling powder inside – ‘just as I was told’ he sighed happily. He moved back out into the main shop floor and pulled down the blinds over the windows. Then he began to gently sprinkle the dust onto the toys within his shop.
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John staggered through the narrow cobbled streets, his body freezing from the cold. At every step the wind bit deeper, trying to tear his heart from his body – the thin rags offering pitiful protection. He bumped and crashed down the alleyway that amplified the darkness of the night – unsure of where he was going, trying to find the energy to cry for help. Suddenly he saw a light in the window of one of the small stores in the street and fell against the window – to no response. The blinds were drawn, but he could here the faint sounds of movement within. Above the window he could just make out the faded title ‘Alexi’s Toys’. Maybe the owner is round the back he thought desperately.  Painfully he struggled down a narrow passageway and opened a small wooden gate that led into the backyard of Alexi’s toy store. He stumbled in only to stop and stare in surprise. The whole yard had had posts stuck into it that came up to head height and were covered with plastic sheeting. It was what was in this warehouse of plastic sheeting – standing upon the concrete floor that caused John to gape. Rows of tin soldiers and Paddington bears armed with rifles. His head spun as the wooden gate crashed shut. Were they watching him – staring at him…he must be dreaming. Then, as he slumped to the floor, his back against the rough wooden gate, one of the Paddington Bears took a whistle from his pocket and blew one shrill blast. A light came on from one the upstairs bedroom. John remained frozen to the floor…should he run or stay, if he decided to stay what should he say?
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| Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 1:37 am Post subject: reply |
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 , a toy army!!! i will never look at my toys in the same way, but its a good start, didnt notice any mistakes, and i can't wait to find out what John does
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I think you should drop the 'in' here.
Run, but not far. Hide and observe. Maybe creep back later. Oooh. I feel a cold chill. Oh wait, I sat on my ice-cream.
Nice start! Looking forward to more of this one!
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Lol, good sg Jez. I was thinking - would he be able to run, given his present state of shock? I think he should try - but not be able to  .
Although If he is not going to be able to escape - maybe he should just try and talk anyway? If he is that weak/hungry I don't think he would care. Maybe he thinks he is hullucinating? - Hm, I think he should try and talk actually.
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When I was a kid I had nightmares about being attacked by clowns and dolls...I was worse than you think, they had knives and guns too. *shivers*
But I like it. I agree with Solus, try to run.
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Interesting start, maybe I read it wrong but it sounded like the bears were armed with rifles. Where did Alexi get all the guns? Toy rifles I suppose.
Anyway, considering John's current state, I'm thinking he should just stick around and find out what the hell is going on. He seems to be in pretty serious trouble already, almost anything would be a better alternative to freezing to death.
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Good start - although I'm not too keen on the 'little did he know' narrative intervention. I always think that sounds a bit cheesy in a story, but that's just my own personal taste 
Under the circumstances, I think "Whuuuuu....?" might be a good thing to say. Or just laughing hysterically. It's funny, in a bizarre, 'this could kill me' sort of way.
I certainly don't think he'd be up to the whole 'take me to your leader ' speech, or of thinking coherently. He might run, but if he did, he'd probably have to go back in an hour, after he'd calmed down, to make sure he wasn't hallucinating - at which point, he'd probably be caught.
*grins* Nice to see another of the comp ideas in progress 
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It is great to see this comp get some more enthusiasm, and a good start here Jez
A few moments of repetition - one example - I think you used "born out of X" several times. I also have to agree with Stoat's comment about the 'Little did he know' parts. Not something I enjoy. It's a bit like the TV programs that show you 'coming up in todays show' before you watch the program. They're designed to entice you further, but to me, just ruins the end.
What to do next...
I would think anything was beyond him at this point, but adrenaline is powerful stuff, if not the best for careful thought. With the alarm raised, and strange moving toys with guns, fight is out of the question. Which leaves flight. It won't be graceful, and probably involve much cursing and falling over, but he should be able to forget the cold long enough to get away.
Run, John, Run.
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| Polls up , I'm definately making this sg a lot less serious than my other as it's experimental, so I'm just letting it run where it wants to run .
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Yep - I've changed my mind and gone for the laughing hysterically - should be fun
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Chapter 2
John continued to stare at the rows and rows of watching toys, wondering what was happening. I’m dead, he suddenly realised, this isn’t real at all. A feeling of relief swept over him, the cold had finally done it’s worse – he was probably suffering a very weird post death experience. He started to laugh, chuckling at first before it reached a crescendo of hysterical laughter, “HahahaHAAHAAHAHEEHOHAHUhuhuh…” Suddenly as quickly as it had started it stopped, as he saw he was being observed by a black hooded figure, by the back door of the shop, that was beckoning him over. Struggling around the edge of the plastic covered warehouse; he reached the door where the shadowed silhouette was beckoning him over. As he approached it, he realised with some surprise that it was only an old man with a stick, not as he had originally expected Death with a scythe. The old man slowly he put a finger to his lips and beckoned John to follow him inside.
As John walked in, Alexi closed the door behind him,
“Welcome stranger,” came Alexi’s voice, old yet strong, “would you like some soup?” John almost fell out of the quaint wooden chair that he had sat in; this must be some sort of surreal heaven,
“Yes please,” he stammered, “I’d love some.”
“I thought so,” said the old man smiling, waving his right hand he signalled some China dolls to open a can and start to cook it. John watched fascinated as the soup boiled and was poured into a clay bowl by the dolls, who were giggling and chatting amongst themselves. Then a human sized bear, whom had been slumped in the corner humming to himself, got up and carried the bowl over to John.
“Thanks,” he said, almost breathlessly.
“Not a problem,” the bear replied gruffly as he retreated back to the corner, causing John to almost spit his first mouthful of soup back into the bowl. As he hurriedly finished his soup, Alexi watched him with his curious grey and green eyes. He liked the idea of an assistant, but could he trust this one…? When John had finished his meal, Alexi spoke in his lilting East European voice,
“What is your name stranger?”
“John.”
“Right John…Welcome to my humble abode. You need only know me as ‘The Toymaster’ for now. I happen to think that you can help me in my plans…in return you will be well fed and looked after – and gain a vastly different set of friends and comrades than any you may have had before.” John gaped – he was now being offered a job…?
“Am I still alive?” he queried.
“Very much so,” replied Alexi smiling, “right now though you have two clear choices before you – you can either become my assistant for life, risking all for the cause we shall work towards - or you can leave the shop unharmed, to head towards the streets you came from. Which will it be?”
“Don’t I get to find out what your cause is…suppose it’s one that will cost many peoples lives?” John replied nervously, as he realised that the job was hardly likely to be a legal enterprise. Almost all of his life had been spent on the streets – and so theft and assault had from time to time inevitably entered into his day to day events. He sensed though that this would be something on a completely different scale of illegal from anything he may have done previously.
“That is something you may well have to live with,” Alexi replied tersely – his eyes hardening, “I’m merely testing your loyalty to me and my cause, however horrific it is. Imagine that I’m intending to become the most brutal dictator on the Earth, to oppress every person and reign with fear and torture - if it helps. Would you still be loyal to me?”
Should John join the Force of the Toys…? Perhaps he should try doing something Alexi hasn’t suggested? Think carefully, the outcome of this poll could not only be crucial to John but to the course of this SG.
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Well, John seems to have nothing else going on, do I say do it! He should haggle a bit though, say he wants to rule a nice country in the sun or something.
Mwahahahahaha!
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Good to see the next chapter up. As for the poll.
If he joins Alexi and the toy army he would become public enemy number one. But he would also have command of an army of toys and could just kill people chasing him. Also the toy army can just keep being rebuilt and added to.
One ther other hand he could run and tell the officals about the toy army and they'd send him to the insane asylum. Hmmm, I'd say get drafted into the army of plush and plastic. The fluffy revolution!
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| The next poll is up, althougth based on current comments it's looking like the vote may be a little one sided .
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| JezSharp wrote: | | The next poll is up, althougth based on current comments it's looking like the vote may be a little one sided . |
You can't always trust the comments. Many a time the vote swings the other way. 
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Hmmm. Ok, a bit of an obvious DP, but the chapter was fine - if a little short. The teddy bear is scary .
Voted for joining the toy army.
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Toys of the World unite!!
Whoops, did I just say that. *grins* Hmm, go ahead with what this Alexi is up to. He's a bit queer, definitely crazy, but hey the whole world is crazy.
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Excellent then I guess it's time to meet the toys :twisted: .
I'll try and have the next Chapter up within a couple of weeks - although I'm a little low on Iderium with regards to the sort of old fashoined toys he might have in his army...hmmm... well if anyone wants to suggest any your welcome to (althougth I can't promise that I'll add them in).
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Jack in the box
Wooden Rocking Horse
Puppets
Those cool toys with a weight on the bottom that by swinging it around they do something.
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I had the exact same idea except it was a kid who controlled the toys and was going to get revenge on the bullies, then one of the bullies gets some of the power and creates his own army, and well, you know the rest.
But still, I'm totally loving this story!
Puppets should be like special task forces, with their strings and all.
Big bears can be like storm troopsers because of their burliness and maybe immense strength.
Tin soldiers and a few other mini toys can be infantry, and those big rocking horses can be like transport troops.
The tops, destroyers. Send those baby's in first, wreck some havoc then send tin soldiers in hiding and strike quick in fast.
Oh, the jack and the boxes could be good bomb setters, distracters, surprise attackers.
Anyways, can't wait to read more!
Oh, and JOHN MUST JOIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks for all the suggestions everyone , *wanders off to start work on the next Chapter*
Don't worry Fenny, he has/will join(ed) the toy army  .
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This looks like fun! I want in!
Hmmm, toy suggestion....
How about a music box that plays maniacally and causes any who hears it to collapse into madness? And there ought to be an air force, right? We could have the old biplanes and kamikaze derrigibles, maybe. You also mentioned he makes board games, which might serve as prisons that suck people in until they roll a 7 or 11 (and they only have one die that's as big as a house! hahaha!).
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| I still keep seeing a teddy bear dressed as Uncle Sam whenever I read this story.
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Chapter 3
John looked down at his feet, thinking about the choice. He’d never ever been treated so kindly in his life, he was in a warm cosy wooden building with a warm fire in the corner, the offer of a roof over his head and solid food each day. On the other hand he may well be assisting in the downfall of human civilisation as he knew it. It was a tough choice…wait…no it wasn’t. Perhaps a hero may have taken the high road but he certainly wasn’t one of those, ‘let’s nip out and save the planet’ type of guys.
“I’ll join,” he said simply as he looked up into Alexi’s eyes – which suddenly became a lot more warm and friendly. “But…what I just saw with…”he waved his hand in the vague direction of the dolls and bear, “how did you manage to do that?” Alexi’s smile seemed to widen further,
“I didn’t do that myself if that’s what you mean, they’re alive beings with distinct personalities.”
“Then they’re real!” John almost had second thoughts about staying, alarm flashing across his eyes like lightning, conducting his fear across the room.
“Yes they’re all real,” Alexi replied calmly, “and you needn’t be afraid of them, for they are now your new friends. In fact the first thing I think we’ll do when you’ve finished your soup is to be introduced to them all.” John finished his soup in silence, glancing occasionally at the dark brown bear who was still humming nursery rhymes to himself in the corner.
After his late supper Alexi and John toured round all the toys. First of all he was introduced to Edward, the giant brown bear who seemed to have ‘Ring a ring of roses’ stuck in his head. Edward gave John a warm handshake (his paw having been near the fireplace) and said,
“Welcome John, good to have you on board.” The five China dolls were called Denise, Esmerelda, Anne, Tulip and Hermonie (known as the DEATH squad). All of them said ‘Hi’ then burst into giggles before whispering amongst themselves. John was then led into the front area of the shop, feeling as though the whole thing was a surreal dream. In the front room toys lined every wall and most of the floor. A group of spinning tops appeared to be engaged in a game of football in one corner, puppets bounced and danced to an old cassette in another corner and it appeared that the group of wooden skittles were attempting to have a bizarre table top sprint competition.
“It’s their night off,” Alexi explained, his eyes filled with happiness at the sight of his new children. “Normally they’d be training, practising robberies, shooting, kidnapping ploys and the such – they need a couple of nights off to relax though. John didn’t reply; still stricken dumb at the sights he was seeing. Slowly his eyes focused on an approaching rocking horse, only this one had wheels attached to it’s rocking frame to allow it to move. “This is Captain Dobbin,” Alexi said with a smile as the horse trundled to a stop by the pair. “Dobbin, let me introduce our latest recruit, John, who will be helping us with our plans.” The horse turned it’s head to fully assess his new comrade.
“Welcome John,” he brayed, “pleased to meet you.”
“And you,” he gasped. Alexi looked at the cooku clock in the corner but his eyesight wasn’t good enough to pick out what the clock said.
“What’s the time Cook?” he called out over the sound of some cheering tin soldiers who had witnessed a goal for the red spinning tops. A wooden blue cuckoo stuck his head out of the wooden double doors.
“Time you got a watch,” he cawed. Alexi sighed and very nearly rolled his eyes,
“he just doesn’t get tired of using that phrase,” he muttered to John.
“It’s one twenty three in the morning,” the cuckoo called out – before popping back into the fairly large wooden clock to read some more snippets of the days local paper.
“Time for bed then,” Alexi said, “you can sleep in the spare room upstairs – I take it you don’t mind having an army of teddy bears sleeping in there too. I think one or two snore but you’ll soon get used to it…I think that you’ve met all the main players in my army, except for, Frederick, the leader of the tin soldiers who’s on guard duty outside – bit of a dry fellow but very professional. Edward’s leader of all the bears, the DEATH squad are the leaders of the puppet division and Dobbin is head of the traditional wooden toys such as the spinning tops. You’ll get to know them much better once you’ve been here a few weeks.” John gathered his thoughts enough to mumble a ‘yes’ before following Alexi upstairs. He was so tired that he fell straight asleep despite the snoring of the bears.
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A couple of weeks passed and John got to know all the toys really well. He fitted in comfortably to the routine that they had developed, helping out in the kitchen with meals for Alexi and setting up events designed to train the fitness and flexibility of the toys. In his spare time he taught Edward, Alexi and the DEATH squad poker amongst other games. In fact all card games were incredibly fun, on account of the deck of cards being alive. You didn’t need to pick up a card, instead you just called out which card you wanted to play and it would waddle comically from its upright position near the player into the centre of the table and lay itself flat in the centre. Having seen John settle in, Alexi returned to completing the final details of his first plan for his toy army – having John on board will make it much easier to execute, he thought, chuckling to himself.
So, what is Alexi’s first target/plan for the army? I’m going to leave this wide open – suggestions can be as extreme or practical as you like .
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| Quote: | | The five China dolls were called Denise, Esmerelda, Anne, Tulip and Hermonie (known as the DEATH squad) |
Nice line!
Excellent. The troops are ready for action.
I suggest a campaign of fear. However, a practice run is needed. Maybe kill two birds with one stone. Try robbing a bank. This should secure some funds for future expansion, whilst testing out the soldiers skills on the arriving peelers.
I think if that goes well, we should try a campaign of infiltration. It isn't near christmas is it? A suprise gift for every home should ensure a wide coverage for the suprise attack that could follow.
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| Right well the posts seem to have dried up on this sg but I aim to try and finish it somehow anyway - partly because of Uni and partly so that I can concentrate on one sg - however I hate the thought of abandoning an sg mid -story. I think I may well speed up the posts and polls to try and bring the sg to a quick conclusion . I'll hopefully have a poll up shortly that will run for a couple of days etc (aiming for one cycle every 4 days) with the conclusion at the end of the month.
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| Quote: | | Right well the posts seem to have dried up on this sg but I aim to try and finish it somehow anyway |
It seems to have been real quiet since last week again.  Just a few spots of activity here and there.
Don't abandon it if you can!
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No I won't abandon it, it would be a shame if I had to and I'd hate to be someone who began to get a reputation for not finishing sg's - that's why I'm going to speed it up in the hope of finishing it within the next few weeks...it was always going to be a fairly mad capped random sg anyway so I reckon I can find a way to conclude it within about 4 more Chapters .
In one sense it's a shame because I think the sg could have perhaps have had quite a few more Chapters in it, but it was always my intention that it would be an interesting diversion/sideshow to writing my main sg Elvendor, and for it to finish relatively quickly - and having two sg's running with the uncertainty of going off to Uni has made me decide to finish this one asap. Besides my idearium for prolonged Chapters on toy armies is a little dry .
I have now got a fairly unstructured and fast flowing end in mind, so hopefully I can ensure that it is wrapped up as a relatively short yet readable sg .
Also if there is anyone else out there who hasn't submitted an idea for the dp - pls do, more suggestions are needed for the poll...so far I have just the one from China . This is an incredibly open dp and a real chance to get PPP points (I will only post the four best options if there are four+). The Poll will go up in about 13/14 hours time, the Toys need your help !.
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To be honest, I'm not the biggest fan of this sg. But just off the top of my head...
1. A little like china's christmas idea, except not at christmas. How about going to a school and giving out free toys?
2. Oh! Oh! a good one...
Send the dolls out, dressed as real people, and make them make friends with the other children. Then, one by one, they invite the children round to stay and either
a)kill them
b)keep them hostage, blackmail their parents to
a)pay him
b)come round and collect them (then kill the parents, hehe!).
Hmm, oh dear, my ideas are starting to get slightly bloodthirsty...
but nevermind!
3. Go for the all out attack, storm the town! We have the surprise element after all .
4. Decide that this is pointless. He only wants revenge on the other toymakers, surely?
Just sneak into the other toymakers houses in the night, and kill them.
5. Nope, he is obviously mad. How he can see reason at this point. He wants to kill them all! and what better way to do that then to infilterate the nearest military base and steal all the guns, killing the security guards to relieve anger in the process.
6. Just settle down! Who needs to go out and kill anyone? Maybe do the odd robbery to get enough money to live on, but apart from that, the toys and his helper are excellent company, why not just settle down and have fun. Isolate himself from the rapidly growing more modern world, and live out the rest of his life in peace.
7. Hey, but what would be the fun in that? Has he got any of that dust left? If he has...oh, I feel a good one coming...hmmmm....How about he sends out his toys to kill some people, or lures them to his house and kills them (without a lot of blood, just a clean knife wound or something), then uses the dust to bring them to life! They would be at his power, muahahahaha!. - preferably do this with some important people.
Hm, I'm trying to get past Jez's 20 on China's book...but my idearium is very low. This should be an easy poll to do it on. think, THINK, think...
8. Oh! Oh! Another good one . How about he kills the mayor, then dresses John up and puts him in place of the mayor! No-body will know John, so that would be great! Plus it fits with the 'it would be easier now with John here' bit.
I really love this idea actually  .
9. I think he should make some more toys. Like really fighting toys, how bout he sculps some knives or guns, then makes them come alive? Presto! A whole army is born. And, wait! I've got it! actually, that can be number ten...
10. Who says that cards can't fly? Well, the maker obviously! So how about he just takes a block of wood, takes a chisel to it with absolutely no idea of what he is going to carve, then puts the dust on it? . Then he could make of it what he will.
oohh, half way .
11. Send out his toys to spy on everyone so he knows their weaknesses.
12. Get his toys to steal the more modern toys like the cd-spinners and then make them come alive, deadly or what? A spinning cd disk aimed for the neck...
13. Oh! Another one! How much dust does he need to sprinkle on something to make it come alive? If he only needs a little bit, then make him make his house come alive! And then everybody elses, so that when they walk in, the houses eat them .
14. Can he make the earth come alive? Now that would be fun...swallowing people up as they walk outside. It proves his toy army comepletely useless, but it is fun .
15. Does everything that gets hit by the the dust obey him when it comes alive? If so, just hit everything in sight.
16. Because he probably doesn't have enough dust for no.15, he could just kill the other rival toymakers and use the dust on them.
17. Go out and get more tramps to join his army, they are in need of food and shelter, he is in need of some help, what better way than to pick people off the streets?
So near...can't..give....up....now...
18. Give his army to John, he would do a better job? Well...you never know, the man might be quite dejected and angry at himself for letting the other toymakers do better than him! Some people are that pessimistic about themselves that they think they will do everything wrong.
19. Carve one big, super human (or non-human) that will be able to take over the world. Then use dust.
20. Oh! Oh! How about he make a small model of the world and...no thats too like voodoo, however I could do another idea from that start so...here goes...
How about he make a small model of the world (alive) for children to play with it would be a lot more fun having a whole world full of little people to play with than some silly old cd player . He could erect it in the town square and then all the children, and probably adults too, would be addicted. Then they wouldn't notice his little army going and stealing from their houses .
One more...
21.
Hm, I feel really bad at beating him actually. Maybe I should just leave it at twenty and draw?
Oh well, he says I can beat him ("not literaly" shouts Jez. "Oh". *throws stick away*), so...gives him something to aim for anyway .
21. Well it did say 'the next phrase' of his plan, not the whole thing. So why not make flying carpets? A great way for his new toy army to travel around, and avoids them getting squashed .
YEY!!!!!!!!!! Finaly!!!!!!!!
Why do I waste so much of my time doing this?
I should really get ready for school...Arrrg  did I just say that?
Anyway, hope that was enough idea's for you , Jez .
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All right, that's enough. We can stop bullying the storygame. I like this one and I think it has a lot of potential. If you can keep the sg short, fine, but hold out and keep going till the end. You have a good start and you can keep it going. Just don't lead us too heavily! If you have an ending in mind, I wish I knew what it was so I could completely sabotage it. Perhaps you're not used to the idea, but this storygame belongs to the readers too. If the story doesn't turn according to our votes, what are we voting for? You have to allow for the unexpected and prepare for a variety of possible endings, not just corral us into one. Another suggestion, wait at least a week between chapters. I get impatient with my stories too, but you really need the time between (and sometimes a little more).
I like the idea of spreading out for a christmas attack, but is it too soon? Our "army" fits in one toy shop. So it depends on how much of that special powder we have. We need to secure more if we don't have enough. And we need a secret lair, perhaps a place that doesn't have a big sign for a toy store in front of it?
So there's our first step. We need a big abandon amusement park (sure it's cliche, but what about the free rides?) or a big warehouse? ... A cave? Old military base? ... Hmmm a homeless shelter might work if we can align with the homeless. Still, it seems like a bad idea.
I know! An orphanage! We 'take care of' the orphanage's staff, changing them into marionettes in case someone comes along asking questions. The children should be a lot better allies for an army of toys. They could help build more toys and we could promise them a free run of the city: breaking, burning, stealing and otherwise partying at will.
Normally I would say we should infiltrate slowly, getting recon and winning the hearts of a few children first, but since we seem to be in a hurry, we better get to it and hope the orphans are ready. Once we have the orphanage, we should hold a big "antique toy charity auction" to build up funds and get our best agents inside rich and influential houses, corrupting their children! HAHAHAHAHA!
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| Quote: | | If you have an ending in mind, I wish I knew what it was so I could completely sabotage it. Perhaps you're not used to the idea, but this storygame belongs to the readers too. If the story doesn't turn according to our votes, what are we voting for? |
Well I agree to a point, however it's useful for the author to have some vague idea of how he intends to end the book - in this case it's all about how it gets there and who wins that the audience decides. [Edit] Actually with this story I have a good idea of what the last dp will be but what is present and how they get to that point are eader dependant as is the outcome of the final dp. As an author I'd almost prefer it if people did throw origional ideas in that even I hadn't considered as it makes the sg more interesting - however most of the polls whilst changing certain fundemental dynamics of an sg (such as locations viewed, characters met, experiences of the main character - Elvendor is a case in point), the story will generally still lead towards a general conclusion point that the author has in mind.
| Quote: | | Another suggestion, wait at least a week between chapters. I get impatient with my stories too, but you really need the time between (and sometimes a little more). |
Yeah I'd usually agree wholeheartedly (hence Elvendor runs in a bout a weekly cycle most chptrs) but I'm pressing to finish this one before RL stuff starts to put some strain on my time - so that I only have to manage one sg.... desperate times call for desperate measures.
Anyway thanks for all the suggestions, I've put four of them into a poll:
- Have them rob a bank (China)
-give the toys away as presents to school kids (solus)
- Take a military base (solus)
- Take an orphanage (Lebrenth)
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The three to four chapters that will hopefully conclude this sg probably won't be anywhere near as short as the previous three though - by the end of the sg I'm hoping to have a better idea of what works within an experimental/humour type sg and perhaps in the distant future I may try my hand at another one (althougth I do prefer writing fantasy). Until then though the rest of this one promises to be very, very random as I throw in some bizarre plot twists and characters .
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Authors note: This next Chapter in contrast to the last few is quite a long one , due to me trying to bring the sg to a close within the next few Chapters. This sg will also probably be running faster than normal over the next few weeks to try and ensure that it finishes before the end of Sept - this dp should run for 3 days before I put up the next poll .
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The poll was won by Lebrenth (orphanage idea) btw for PPP purposes.
The Rise of Rolland McDolland
Sister Cecily had just put the last of the orphans to bed when she heard a knock at the front door. The old expansive mansion had fallen into a permanent state of disrepair after World War Two, laying slumped upon the outskirts of a small Hungarian town. About ten years ago the mansion was given over to a the running of an orphanage. The orphanage had just about managed to keep itself habitable since then by the donations it occasionally received from the more well off Hungarian families. The staff consisted of Cecily and Doravich as the carers and Julieta the young administrator. The head of the orphanage was a servere woman who went by the name Miss Plodowski - one look at her frozen, wrinkled and often scornful face told you exactly why she was the most feared and loathed figure amongst the children.
Cecily opened the door to find a well wrapped man standing in the freezing cold snow that had thickly fallen upon the area. He coughed before looking up at her. She was startled to see a pair of young attractive eyes from within the heavily covered face. She would have been suspicious, but for the pram he was holding, containing five snoozing babies huddled together.
‘Found them abandoned mam’ the stranger said apologetically, ‘and I did not know what to do with them - so I brought them here.’
‘Oh,’ replied Cecily, ‘currently we’re not taking in any more orphans - the forty we have is far too many for me and Ms Doravich as it is…however they can’t be left outside in the cold tonight, bring them in.’
Slowly John wheeled in the pram and Cecily started to shut the door. As she did so though she had an odd feeling that hundreds of tiny eyes were watching her.
She guided John into a spare back room and shut the green wooden door, observing with a mild sigh that the walls still looked as drab and faded as ever. She moved over to a table and lit a candle to attempt to brighten up the stingy room. Turning she found that the babies were all sitting up in their pram…pointing guns at her, their shiny porcelain faces sending a scream rushing to her lips…a scream that was destined never to be heard as five muffled shots rang out as one in the night.
Silent and deadly the DEATH squad lived up to it’s name and easily took care of the other members of staff before the Sun had come up the next day. Their bodies removed from the scene by gangs of tin soldiers and buried into pits dug by the Paddington Bear brigade. As the children rose, woke up, and went to breakfast they had no idea what was awaiting them.
There was much mumbling that morning amongst the kids, including a group of about eight ruffians who had a rather sordid reputation as the bullies of the orphanage, due to the non appearance of any of the staff…then pure shock as a large toy bear walked into the hall.
‘Good morning children,’ Edward said gruffly, ‘your previous helpers have…ummm...gone away on a long holiday...so the orphanage will now be run by us bears,’ he finally finished a little lamely. Then he clapped his hands twice above his head and a whole host of bears danced out of kitchen, smiling and serving hot porridge to the kids. They were joined by wooden puppets, jack in the boxes and flying wooden bi - planes, that liberally sprayed honey upon the bowls of porridge, tables, chairs and children alike. The overall effect though was promising, nearly all the children feasted on the food and spent ages playing with the bears and licking honey of their clothes. It was noticeable though that the eight bad - boys of the orphanage (who were co-incidentally the oldest) were not joining in the chaotic fun and games but were instead tripping up some of the smaller bears and heckling their efforts at playing ’fancy dress’ for the children. It was perhaps also noticeable a few days later that every one of them vanished from the orphanage on a ’long vacation’, sent on their way by an army of spinning tops that battered them to their final destination - a pond at the far end of the orphanage. All eight were given a one way ticket to the bottom by the swift clatter of fifty mini rifles, held by a troop of tin soldiers - who witnessed the horror and surprise upon their bruised and battered faces with no emotion whatsoever.
The other children however were readily suggestible to building more toys and soon the army had grown and expanded to include a range of musical boxes and new backup squad of China Dolls. Outside, the orphanage was cut off from the rest of the world by a hidden ring of toy soldiers - the only thing that passed in or out that wasn’t related to the cause was a the supply truck whose deliveries were collected by John. The occasional visitor who came to look for children at the orphanage at this time was shot, robbed and buried - adding valuable cash supplies - but increasing the risk of detection.
On the top floor of the house Alexi sat in smug satisfaction at how well his plan was going - very soon he’d have an auction and infiltrate the whole town, then country with his toys. Unfortunately getting his whole army to the orphanage hadn’t gone quite to plan, they’d had to take care of six…no seven people who had become inquisitive in addition to the twenty or so they‘d killed at the orphanage - however none had been able to escape who had seen them - he was sure, and the bodies were long since buried. By the time anyone actually worked out what was going on it would be too late. He leaned back and relaxed slightly - barring something completely extraordinary and out of the blue he’d soon have his revenge on the World.
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Agent Di Marco of the Italian Secret Service sipped his black coffee and surveyed the departure lounge with casual ease. Tourists milled back and forth, unaware that he was not one of them but living in an almost separate world altogether. A world of fraud and political scandal where information was gold and loyalty as scarce as moon dust upon the Earth. His latest briefing had sounded a little more exciting though, for the past two years he’s had fraud case after fraud case to investigate, usually in some deprived African State where the top brass were obviously guilty but had left very little evidence - and even when it was found, rarely led to convictions. A very depressing line of work he mused but being sent to investigate an irregularly high number of missing people within a small area of Hungary, very unusual. It certainly had the Hungarian Police baffled and it coincided with a spate of robberies on grocer‘s stores amongst others - although both missing people and burglaries had quietened down in recent weeks. Still the Hungarian‘s really wanted to solve the whole problem as quickly and quietly as possible, applying to the Italian Government for help in the matter. Still he was confident, he’d dealt with masked gunmen, kidnappers, he was now trained in every form of martial art - nothing had so far managed to unfaze him. As a child he’d been in the wrong crowd, burgling, spying etc. He was so good in fact that a Government Recruitment Team had noticed him and after arresting him and preparing life charges against him, then given him an offer that he couldn’t refuse. That’s how he’d come into the Intelligence Agency as a ground operative and he’d been working for them for just under twelve years since. The work was definitely more exciting than common street crime he’d started out on but was still becoming slightly mundane.
Bored of just sitting around he wandered about the garish shops, wondering why they existed at all, other than to make money from gullible tourists. He did however see a Rolland McDolland toy store - gleaming bright red on one corner or the sterile building and went in to try and find presents for his twin daughters Betsy and Kate.
His daughters were six years old, one had fair hair the other brown and both were adorable, taking after his wife. His wife knew that he worked for the government and readily accepted the fact that he had to work away from home for long periods of time, an incredibly understanding person, he reflcted as he withdrew a photo of the three - holding back a tear from his eyes. He may have been a hardened killer and veteran spy but the man beneath this loved those three figures more than anything else in the world, the fact that he carried a photo of them with him, despite the fact it was unlawful bore testimony to that. Quickly he snapped back to reality and looked about the bright red metallic store, smattered with hundreds of toys at super low prices. The McDolland revolution had only just occurred a year ago and now virtually every house was crammed with them - it had become a global brand stretching into every country thanks to it‘s catchy ads, realistically stunning looking toys and ludicrously cheap prices. Generally he didn’t buy the plastic rubbish they sold but money was tight and his daughters would be seven in less than a week. He eventually came to a halt by the McBarbie section and scooped up a couple of blonde-haired, beanpole-like dolls and headed for the till, then out into the main shopping arena - stuffing the dolls into his grey rucksack.
‘Flight to Hungary departing at Gate 4, please report for check - in now‘, came the tinny voice over the speakers. Slowly Di Marco moved towards the checkpoint - his mind focusing on plans for the mission ahead.
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Deep in the heart of America the very proprietor of the above toy store sat deep below the ground. Rolland McDolland was a rich and reclusive figure. Once top of his field in genetic engineering, he had settled down somewhere within the grand US of A. About a year previously he had suddenly emerged as the face of toys for the future, sporting a red and white clowns face in public - the perfect marketer for the soon to be global brand that now sold every type of modern toy to every country.
Now as he sat in one of the many specially built underground tunnels within his Texas ranch, he watched the clock counted down to the desired hour. With a decisive click it did - echoing in the New Year,
'and a new beginning’ hesaid as he laughed maliciously. ‘So our time to strike has finally come’ he chuckled, swirling round in his chair and stroking his McBeanie ghost. ‘Activate the signal, let the chaos truly begin.’
‘Sheets scared,’ muttered the soft stuffy ghost as green lights began to flash and pictures of a giant dish rising from the arid desert soil emerged upon the giant TV monitors.
‘No need to be scared, little one,’ replied the overlord as he surveyed the start of his own operation for World Domination - ‘Papa Rolland has it all under control.’ The ghost muttered what sounded like ’Meh’ in a friendly high pitched tone, before it’s warm body snuggled up against the American and went to sleep.
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Di Marco had landed and hired a car to get him to the area of the disturbances as fast as possible. It was now late evening, the rough and rutted roads of Hungary proving to be a real pain to drive upon. Plus he’d developed a low and slightly annoying headache sometime earlier in the afternoon. The fact he was so far from home on New Years Day irritated him too.
‘OOmph’ another huge jolt shook him completely, causing all his bones to rattle. ’Ah, Ow!’
‘Eek.’ Was he hearing things, had something just said ‘eek’ ? Surely the Hungarian cars didn’t come with mice as a standard? He must have imagined it so he carried on driving until he reached the outskirts of Tirvana (Alexi‘s village), unaware of the small sawing noises coming from his rucksack.
He pulled up slowly and cautiously, killing the engine and pulling up the handbrake. Well here starts another mission, I really hope it’s a little more exciting this time than the last few and not another government cover up for some sort of internal failure. Actually the chances of this mission being interesting are incredibly slim, he added to himself gloomily - and I miss welcoming in the New Year with my family for what?.
‘Freeze’, came a girlish voice nearby, ‘and stick your hands up into the air.’ He looked out of the window - but there was no-one there. I am going mad he began to wonder in amazement I’m imagining things. ‘Not out there, down here,’ said the voice in some slight annoyance, ‘I haven’t got all day you know.’ He looked down, and came close to both fainting and laughing at the same time. Before his eyes, on the passenger seat standing next to his now rather cut up rucksack, stood the two dolls he had earlier purchased. One wore a purple disco dress and the other a short white top and blue Denham shorts. Disco Barbie was mumbling into what appeared to be her pink circular mirror/powder puff case whilst her comrade held a small can of hair spray and a red and white parasol. He looked again, either I’m crazy or this is all a dream he thought, unsure what to do he debated getting out of the car.
‘Look’ he said turning to face the pair, ‘I’ve had a long day, I’m hallucinating, man - I’m even talking to my own visions.’ The blue eyed doll with the hair spray seemed to stiffen - her features hardening just a little. Her comrade stopped talking into the powder case and looked up.
‘We’re not your ‘visions’ as you so state, in fact we are by far the more advanced beings in the car right now. I suggest you start paying close attention to what Stacie tells you to do human…if you know what‘s best for you.’ Di Marco looked wide eyed at the speaking doll and laughed a short coarse laugh and opened the car door to step out.
‘Wait stranger,’ came Stacie’s voice as hard as nails, ‘one more thing.’ Di Marco paused and looked back, that was his crucial mistake - completely underestimating what he thought to be a dream. A cloud of spray hit him in the face, paralysing all his muscles - then shutting down his mind. He fell to the floor like a lump of jelly as he saw Stacie remove a sharp tipped steel sword from within the handle of the parasol…then all went black.
About an hour later he came to - still in the car. Night had fallen on Eastern Europe - the sky blackened with no moon. He tried to stand but felt a sharp pricking at the back of his neck.
‘You’ll stay where you are human,’ came the all too familiar icy voice of Stacie, ‘until we tell you to move’. As more of his senses returned he realised that the two dolls were sitting upon his shoulders, Stacie had the four inch sword hovering uncomfortably close to his neck.
‘You may get up and leave the car,’ came the softer but more commanding voice of Stacie’s partner. Slowly Di Marco rose, and stepped out into the chilly night air. ‘Good,’ murmured the Disco Doll sweetly as they moved a few paces from the car, ‘Now hold it there whilst we explain a few things to you. Firstly I’m Barbie, and you already know the name of my partner for this mission - Stacie. The deal is simple, that you help us and you don’t die.’
What nerve, Di Marco thought, they think they can order me about - all I need to do is throw Stacie off and I’m free. ‘Just in case your considering breaking free Mr Di Marco,’ purred Barbie as she shook her hair slightly, ‘I’ve got your gun and it’s pointed at you head - I think it is even beyond you to shake us both off at once.’ She knows my name? Di Marco was beginning to sweat now,
‘How do you know my name?’ he asked desperately.
‘Oh we ran a trace on your clothes - found a few notes that helped and then we struck gold with this…’ if anything her tone became even lighter and sweeter as she held up a photo of his family. ‘We know who you are Mr Di Marco, but even better we know who they are - I’m sure you wouldn’t want to lose Betty…or Kate…or even your wife Arianen…would you?’ Di Marco trembled, cursing himself for his own stupidity on taking the photo with him - he’d always been vaguely aware something like this may happen - but he’d always countered those thoughts by imagining he could destroy the photo before capture.
‘So,’ cut in Stacie’s voice - sharp and clear, slicing through the night as a sharpened diamond blade cuts through a melted mound of chocolate, ‘do we have a deal Mr Di Marco?’
‘Yes’ he replied sadly, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
‘Excellent,’ Barbie said, her voice dropping to a low whisper, ‘because if not, this is the last view of your family you may ever see Mr Di Marco.’ With that she let go of the picture, letting it fall to the dusty floor where it blew off into the night.
A few minutes later the car left the side of the road and made it’s way down towards the nearest Rolland McDolland store.
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Alexi frowned as he listened to the radio reports coming in from the local radio station. ...It appears that events began to unfold about tea - time yesterday when many billions of people began to complain of minor headaches. Shortly afterwards chaos appeared to break loose - reports are unconfirmed but it seems that toys have started to take over peoples houses and hold families hostage - there have been numerous shots fired and bodies being found in the street. It appears that this is now a global disaster with Rolland McDolland of Texas USA is being blamed for this ludicrous outbreak - many TV Stations are down and other stations are following suit…*sound of door banging, scuffle…shots fired then a crackle as the station goes dead.* Alexi’s frown deepened, as the radio died to static, he needed a new and bigger plan fast. It horrified him to think that had he done nothing then there wouldn’t even be an army to challenge the one of his most hated of rivals who was now sweeping the globe. There forces seemed to be overwhelming, however he had two crucial aces in his hand. One was surprise - the other was his masterpiece, that he’d been carving for well over a year now and was finally ready - he made a mental note to arrange a fast capture of a plane - to win this war they were going to have to go for the heart of the whole operation, in Texas. First though, now was the time to use the last of his dust - slowly he strode across to give life to a…
Ok DP - will run for around 3 days, what is his final toy weapon (so not sprinkle dust on a plane or the ground etc).
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How about some form of robot? By which I mean a big 10 foot killing machine. Made of some form of metal, which would make it nearly immune to the small McDolland toys, and their minute weaponry.
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Haven't had time to read this just yet Jez, but I will come back to it. Probably better when I am sober anyway.
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It would have to be something particularly symbolic to toys or toymakers.... Well, an animatronic Santa Claus is awful symbolic, but it doesn't quite strike fear. I don't know much about him, but Black Peter sounded mean and it would be appropriate to Hungary, I think, but that doesn't make sense either since I don't see how he could be made.
Ok, how about nesting dolls? The concept could be that the dolls grow when they are let out, and when they capture something inside they change them into more dolls so the thing can multiply like crazy. Perhaps capturing enemy dolls will allow them to increase their numbers, giving us the ability to combat the worldwide army of Roland.
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Ok the poll is up and running (for 3 days) with the following options:
Nesting Doll (Lebrenth)
Giant Robot (Lordy)
Mechano Spider (Me - although not counting towards the PPP)
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Sorry, missed the discussion. However, liked Leb's suggestion, so voted for that.
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Author's Note: This sg is beginning to become mildly bizarre, cantering between mild horror (slightly disturbing imagery warning) to the bizarre as it careers towards its zero hour
Chapter 5: All’s Fair in War
“Perfect,” Alexi said, as he surveyed his latest and final toy, a giant nesting doll. “Now we are ready to begin.” He beckoned for the Doll to follow him and then called Dobbin, DEATH, Edward, John and Frederick to an internal meeting.
“Right we need to leave here as soon as possible for the small private airstrip owned by the Prime Minister, which isn’t too far from here - Frederick, I want you to give immediate orders to your troops to take the grocers large delivery truck should it come. John and Edward, I want you to prepare the children to defend us a rear guard action should we be attacked before we leave.”
John tried to disguise the look of horror and revulsion that he felt sweep over him, the deeper he pursued Alexi’s plans the more horrific they seemed to become - still he had signed up for this new way of life and so nodded glumly, then he and Edward both got up and left the room.
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Within an hour all the toys had been loaded aboard the grocers truck, the owners body now laying out of sight beneath a snowdrift. Already a couple of plastic jeep patrol cars had tried to enter the mansion - only for the bulky plastic torso’s of several McKen dolls to be blown to shreds and the jeeps set on fire.
There hadn’t been enough room for the children aboard the truck, so Alexi had ordered that they be lined up guarding the road from where the jeeps had come - armed only with sticks and garden tools, as all the weapons were needed for the toys. The children co - operated obligingly, having no knowledge of what exactly was going on...in fact to them it was hust another fun game. With a screech the truck shot out of the front gates of the mansion house and slewed onto the road, John fought to keep control of the sliding vehicle - managing it with inches to spare before stepping on the accelerator.
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A little while earlier, at a toy depot a few miles away, the news of the loss of two scout jeeps had filtered in to the bland,white storeroom where Di Marco sat telling the two dolls about the mission he’d been assigned to.
“We just lost two scout cars near the orphanage to heavy crossfire,” said Stacie who had taken over the compact powder case to listen for news.
“Do you know anything about this Mr Di Marco?” questioned Barbie pleasantly - she pointed no weapon at his head, knowing that she had a far more potent one aimed at his heart.
“No - although it could tie in with the missing people I was to search for,” he responded, trying to relax - hoping against hope that he was living a dream. Nothing had ever unnereved himquite somuch as the two dolls standing before him. Barbie paused for a second before taking the compact and muttering some orders into it, then she turned and faced Di Marco,
“Come, let us depart, you will drive Mr Di Marco.” Beckoning him past, she and Stacie followed behind to the battered Ford outside, a Ford that was already being filled with an arsenal of toys - ready to investigate the orphanage.
As they approached the orphanage the sounds of a large vehicle accelerating away could be heard. Facing the car stood a line of young kids blocking the road.
“Drive on Mr Di Marco,” Stacie said curtly as he approached the line,
“No!” he gasped - honking the horn in vain,
“I think so Mr Di Marco,” Barbie added, “or else you know what will happen.” He did, and he wasn’t strong enough to swerve, instead ducking his head as the car ploughed through the line and on up the road, gunfire taking care of many of the children behind. Lifting his head he tried to ignore the blood spattered windshield and concentrate on the truck that was kicking up clouds of dirt ahead. Slowly inch by inch they drew closer to the truck in front - attracting gunfire from a group of tin soldiers at the back of the grocery truck. An assault group of flying CD players and Buzz Lightyear Toys launched themselves in return from the Ford’s skylight and a group of Action Men returned fire from the windows.
Di Marco swerved to avoid a flying music box, that opened up and began to play a demented tune, incapacitating some of the toys near the back of the Ford, who were left writhing on the floor in agony. He watched as metal disks cut into the toys ahead, severing the heads of many tin soldiers. The Buzz Lightyears’ were faring less well, many had had their wings reduced to shreds and fell to the ground with sickening thumps. Di Marco tried to swallow but only ended up choking as his throat was parch dry. The unabating noise of chattering gun-fire rose up about him, through the sprayed snow ahead he saw the back left wheel of the truck deflate, then saw the truck swerve through some fencing to the right. Gunfire peppered the side of the Ford from the rear of the truck as it continued on, bursting the two right side tyres and hitting him on the shoulder. With a cry of pain he jerked the wheel left and the car swerved into a ditch.
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“Quickly,” yelled Alexi hoarsely as John powered the limping truck across the barren tarmac, towards the hanger of the plane. As they did so a couple of security guards ran after them from the gateway further up the runway. The van screeched to a stop by the open hanger, all the toys pouring from it and streaming towards the plane, using all their much needed burglary skills to unlock and hotwire it. Alexi rolled off via the ramp at the back of the truck astride Dobbin, sadly looking at the many tin soldiers and the occasional bear who had been lost or lay wounded upon the truck floor.
“Such is the cost of war,” he muttered sadly as he stroked Dobbin’s mane. Dobbin tried to stifle a tear as they rolled towards the plane, both at his master's anguish and at the loss of several comrades.
As Alexi gazed out over the tarmac he saw the two approaching guards double up in pain and surprise as gunfire pierced their armour. Then in the distance he saw the still substantial remnant of the McRolland toy army approach. By now the plane had been readied and he was ushered aboard by John, who removed the steps and shut the door.
The plane taxied out, drunkenly staggering out across the tarmac, gunfire opening up upon it’s shiny silver hull. Thankfully for those inside the plane had been built with an autopilot and idiot proof controls that were easy to understand. The plane managed to ease off into the bright blue sky needing a new paint job but with no serious damage sustained.
“Dang!” Muttered Barbie under her breath, as she watched the plane sparkle in the sunlight and depart. “Ok, Ken 7, I want backup sent to the Hungarian Prime Minister’s airstrip in the form of a passenger plane - make it quick!” With that she strode back to the car to help with the injured and wounded.
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Deep within the bowels of Rolland McDollands toy army complex lay the deletion rooms, rooms full of prototype toys that had 'malfunctioned'. It was well known that certain types of toy were more likely to malfunction than others, McChess pieces for instance had an annoying habit of ignoring orders in favour of contemplating mathematical problems - so had been scrapped and dumped within the dungeons of the complex to await deletion. Within these dungeons lay a McLego batch (The Mclego malfunction was that they were too independent, often refusing to take orders from Rolland McDolland).
Upon being thrown into the deletion chambers they had elected some special figures to lead them to freedom, due to their special powers. For many weeks now the chosen leaders had divided into two groups, both racing to cut their way out of the dungeons and to freedom.
“Never out we will get,” muttered the small green plastic figure as his green glowing stick continued to cut through the metal.
“You’re way too pessimistic Yoda,” said Qua Gong as he slashed at the metal, “Concentrate, use the Force, we’re nearly out now.”
“Said that two hours ago you did,” muttered Yoda rebelliously as he took an extra vicious slash at the metal in front of him and tumbled through the hole in the wall.
Parallel to the first group within the prison wall, just a bit further along, a similar conversation could be observed:
“Hurry up,” lisped a black cloaked figure who was seated upon the tunnel floor watching his three ‘apprentices‘ and several storm troopers hack and blast the metal wall. The three black figures ahead of him stepped up their efforts with much complaining from one who appeared to have a head of metal,
“(rasping breath)…too much metal…(rasping breath)…need a break…(rasping breath).”
“Tah! A bweak! Nonthance, you don’t need a bweak! Look your through!” Sure enough light broke through and pieced the dark tunnel like a sharpened diamond dagger cuts through melted air causing Vador, Dooku, Maul and The Emperor to reel backwards and cover their eyes.
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As the Mclego people finally reached freedom from their prison, a silver plane, bearing the Hungarian Flag upon it, safely crash landed amongst the barren Texas plains, near a mineshaft that led deep below ground, a secret way into McRollands base. Alexi had known of such a base as he'd spent much of the past two years fantasising about how he would take control of several of his most competetive rivals...never dreaming that he'd need the knowledge to prevent them from trying to copy his own plans. Soon all of Alexi’s army was assembled and ready to go. They approached the crest of a hill that overlooked the mineshaft, to observe that it was heavily guarded by a battalion of a thousand machine gun armed Ken’s, that stood in a circle around the mineshaft. A small hut lay near the shaft that may well house some other toys as well…
Alexi had about two hundred ground troops, some music boxes, The DEATH squad and their China Doll division, a giant nesting doll, and about fifty bears. I need a simple way to get into the base, he thought, McKen dolls probably aren’t too smart - can I use that too my advantage? I certainly can’t afford to lose too many of my troops at this stage…
Author's Note 2: I have given no thought to how he should get past them, so any ideas however bizarre (actually the more bizarre the better) are going to be much appreciated . I may well begin polling as early as Saturday and certainly no later than Monday as the story heads towards it's zero hour climax .
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I'd go with drawing them away with a distraction. Something fast and annoying will do. Maybe just a musicbox carried by something if they can't move on their own.
Or, since they're standing in a circle, lob one of the toys into the mineshaft in the middle and have it play "pop goes the weasel". The resulting crossfire should kill a fair number of McKen's. Clean up whatever remains with your troops and scoop up the remains to feed the nesting doll.
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Dammit!!! I saw this but didn't have time to comment, now it is too late.
I was going to suggest that some of the DEATH squad go up and 'appeal' to those strong enemy soldiers, before getting in range and sowing death.
Ah well, never mind.
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Thanks China ,
Sorry about the speed of the polls/Chapters, thats purely down to me rushing to finish the sg this month (as it is on schedule to do with 2 more Chapters to go). Normally I'd leave more time between polls and dp's etc but am in a rush .
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Three? I only suggested two.... Oh well.
I want them to kill each other so I voted for crossfire idea. I didn't mean for it to be a suicide mission, though (that's what I meant by the "pop goes the weasel thing". It should take cover when the shooting starts if it's smarter than the McKen's). Sorry Chinaren didn't get his "appeal" option though.
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Author's Note: This is the penultimate Chapter as all the losse threads are drawn together to a point - Zero Hour. I merged the two tied options and China's together in the end for the Chpt. The dp will only run for a couple of days to allow for a longer Celebratory 100F giveaway Final Poll where all who vote will receive a 100F .
Chapter 6: Zero Hour
Alexi sighed, he hated dilemmas like this, yet he knew that action was needed. Slowly his mind ran over a plan…a very cunning plan.
In the mid - day heat the McKen Dolls observed five figures approaching them, the ones in the outer circle were the first to make out that they were five well armed China dolls dragging behind them a teddy bear.
“Halt,” yelled out one of the guards as he shielded his eyes from the Sun, “who goes there?”
“We’re new from the doll division,” said Esmerelda sweetly stepping forward, “we captured this rebel bear who had joined the human cause. Can we get some help?” The McKen dolls were awestruck by the China dolls, much muttering could be heard among the ones nearest to them, words such as ’attractive’ and ’much more fetching than those stick dolls that preside over us,” drifted slowly across the desert. As they talked DEATH drew nearer until they were only a couple of metres from the group. Then suddenly with a shrill cry that would have frightened the solid stone statue of Medusa they chucked the bear into the air towards the centre of the mineshaft and drew their guns. The McKens were distracted and watched the bear sail over their heads before withdrawing their own rifles and shooting at him. Some bullets hit the bear before he plummeted down the shaft, many more bullets smashed into the inner ring of the McKens, causing panic in the ranks.
Along with the DEATH gunfire a group of spinning tops joined the fray, battering the McKen army and leading many of them away from the mineshaft and into a group of musical boxes where they were rendered useless except as studies for mental health care students by the wailing tones of the ‘Chicken Song’ and ‘Old Mother Hubbard’. Finally the giant nesting doll entered the battle, cleaning up the scattered remenents of the McKen army by scooping them into her mouth and digesting them, moving about the plain with giant thudding hops. It was a complete slaughter and a total success, but Alexi knew they didn’t have time for celebrations. Quickly he ordered that Dobbin should command the nesting doll and her offspring, the music boxes and the other toys that couldn’t climb to guard the mineshaft whilst the were to go below.
They all quickly descended into the depths of the shafts, eventually emerging and overpowering the guards at the bottom, then moving swiftly on. As they rounded a corner into a corridor however, they were spotted by a large group of McKen guards who quickly called in squadrons of plastic tanks and planes to follow Alexi’s army.
“Go on“, yelled the tin soldier leader Frederick to Alexi, John, Edward and the DEATH squad, the rest of the army staying back to hold off the modern army that besieged them with a hail of bullets. Explosions shook the tunnel as Alexi stumbled on, leaning on John as they approached the final descent.
“This should take us down into the main room of the building,” Alexi said as he began to descend the ladder, “be prepared.”
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Both armies of McLego people had tumbled from their respective tunnels into the main corridor. None were hurt as two passing McKen dolls had been manipulated into thinking they were bouncy castles thanks to the Jedi and Sith's mind affecting powers. Both Jedi and Sith had taken off at a sprint in opposite directions to try and find the centre of the base first…and remarkably both ended up in a corridor near the McDolland control room at the same time. Now the Jedi and Sith converged into a group to try and thrash out some sort of deal.
“Vell ve could verk together,” suggested the Emperor, “I’m tired oth all zis bickering anyways, we’re all thighting ze zame enemy thright?”
“Jedi could never work Sith together with,” Yoda retorted angrily, “Sith respect for plants and life, they have not. Enemy they be always.”
“Plants and trees, yeuch!” Exclaimed Anakin, “who‘d want a world filled with them!”
“Now now, Anakin, let’s not tease Yoda…although personally I do think he does tend go a bit overboard on the environmental issues," said Obi Wan sagely.
“Overboard I go not, knock down all buildings for swamps we should!” Yoda insisted aggravatingly.
“Anger is the way to the dark side Yoda,” quipped Count Dooku with a grin.
“Oh leaf him alone,” laughed Qui Gong rather inappropriately. Yoda took one glaring look at them all then stormed off from the group towards the back of the cupboard they were hiding in.
“Now look what you’ve done,” moaned Luke,
“(rasping breath)…well I think it was quite a benefit really…(rasping breath)” came Darth Vador’s unmistakably heavy and breathless tones.
“People, People I think planths of action thould be considered,” came the Emperors pleading cry.
“He’s right, we can settle old scores and sort out Yoda later,” Obi Wan said, “I suggest that just us lot slip around the edge of the control room and get the main operator to read out an alarm of some kind.”
The plan was readily agreed upon and so after telling the mass of lego people who were hiding in a storage cupboard to stay put, the leaders nimbly slipped round the edge of the McBeanie Baby control room and into the control booth at the far side. The main announcer was a Woody doll, a rather languid and thankfully relatively susceptible toy, only placed there due to McRollands love of cowboys.
“What should I tell him to say?” whispered Qui Gong…receiving no response as the others all tried to think of one, he made one up of the top of his head. In the room thousands of Beanies answered calls from across the globe at superhuman speed, their voices working in overdrive. Pelicans, bears, tigers, ghosts - all working as one, flimsy looking headphones and mikes attached to their heads. Suddenly above the high pitched chatter, Woody’s voice could be heard ringing out loud and true.
“Friends, Comrades Howdy! This is another announcement from Woody the woodpecker, your favourite announcer. I’m pleased to report that there is a bomb in the building, so would you please evacuate pronto pronto to the surface, where they are serving free food and having an evening show entertainment parade for exalted toys such as yourselves. That‘s right food‘s freeeee…”
The announcement thankfully went dead at this point as Qui Gong was dragged from the control room. Luckily none of the Beanies had stayed around after the ’there is a bomb’ part of the announcement and the room was completely empty save thousands of scattered headsets. All returned to the cupboard to find that Yoda and the lego army had vanished.
“Tah, vere did zey all go?” muttered the Emperor, “never mind zvee vill just have to tackle him on our own.”
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A few miles North of the mine-shaft a small private plane landed on the official McDolland airstrip. Out into the bright light stepped a nervous looking Di Marco, Barbie and Stacie. Barbie moved over to one of the many McKen guards, talking briefly with him.
“A plane was seen coming in low and heading towards the mineshaft entrance,” she replied grimly, “we must head to the depths of HQ immediately to try and counter-act their threat, although I fear it is too late, the control centre is down.” Stacie quickly tapped on a remote control panel that stuck out of the Texan soil. Barbie meantime took the chance to equip them all with rifles.
“This is a special lift that leads straight to HQ,” she said curtly, “let us proceed there now.” Slowly the ground a few feet away opened up and what can only be described as a cage emerged amongst the dry sandy desert. Di Marco looked hesitantly at the cage, perhaps if their control centres down I can get free? No I won’t take that risk, besides I’d like to meet the man behind this. All three entered the cage that silently slunk down beneath the ground and away from the terrific heat.
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Rolland McDolland sat watching the television screens showing his glorious domination across the World. Every President and Government had fallen except for the besieged North Korean Government, but it would only be a matter of time now. Suddenly his smile vanished as he noticed red lights flashing across the security panel in the corner. Spinning across to it his eyebrows shot up and he tried to contact the control room…but it was down. Spinning round he was faced by four floating figures who had emerged from the corridor that joined the main room to the vacant control room, The Emperor, Qui Gong, Obi Wan, and Count Dooku all hovered (supported by the other Jedi ) a few feet away with red and green light sabres drawn. The small McBeanie ghost woke up, took one look at the spectacle before him and gave a small shiver,
“Hellow Tholland McDolland, veeth come back from zat place you’th had sent uth too extract our revenge’. McDolland shot back from them on his wheelie chair, his face a picture of shock. “I’m also here to proclaim ze Dark Side thrulers of ze Earth!”
“And we’re here to proclaim Jedi’s as guardians of the Earth,” stated Qui Gong rather obviously, as all four advanced towards the surprised American.
“You’re crazy,” he finally stated as he started to laugh, “you think you can defeat me with those punitive little sticks and your ‘mind games’.” He picked up a gun and drawled, “one more pace forward and I’ll blast your little plastic heads to shrapnel. I‘m not going to have my Kingdom taken from me by a group of plastic toys.”
Just then, above his head a hole opened up and hundreds of ordinary lego civilians fell upon the American. Before they did, the small ghost dashed for a safe piece of roof space with a tiny sigh of terror, where it remained shivering and watching the action below. The Lego figures started pulling Rolland from his seat and pinning him to the floor. From the hole emerged Yoda who dropped down a cut wire rope and into the American’s seat.
“Rule I do now, no more buildings ever will there be,” the crazed green figure of Yoda said smugly. Behind him a door opened and Alexi, Edward, John and DEATH entered armed with guns.
“Freeze,” declared Alexi in his nasal Eastern European voice, looking decidedly puzzled, “what’s going on here?” There was a further clank and a cage dropped into a slot on one of the walls.
“Freeze traitor,” declared Barbie, pointing a rifle at Alexi’s head, then looking about rather suspiciously at the lego figures, posing the same question as Alexi. A long period of silence hung over the room, only interrupted by the low gargling of the crazed American on the floor. Five factions fighting for control of the Earth and only one could win…
So there it is, a slightly long and rushed penultimate Chapter with a DP that will decide the outcome of the book (not to mention the World J). Who shall win the end scenario: The obvious candidates are Barbie/Stacie, the Jedi , The Sith, Yoda’s green peace and Alexi’s army…however a combination of any of the above or even individuals breaking from their groups or anyone I might have missed from the list are all open to be suggested for the final poll.
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Well, the Sith of course. Anakin will turn to the darkside - obviously - and the Jedi won't stand a chance. Of course the Sith will then able to use mind tricks on everyone else, and make them slaves.
However - Qui-Gon surely, not Qua Gong?
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Ah so thats how you spell it  , ok corrected
The mind tricks only work on the weak minded btw...which isn't too many of the people left in the room (actually probably only the hordes of lego people and Sheets (the ghost)).
Also it isn't necessarily who should win but who you want to win (althougth that would still be the Sith in Lordy's case I'm guessing ). For instance solus wants the Beanie ghost to win.
Just to clarify, the possibilities are between no - one, everyone or any group(s) including any (likely or unlikely) combintions of groups winning - so it doesn't have to be just the Sith for example but say The Sith and Yoda or Alexi and the two dolls.
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Hmm, Alexi is a relic of the past, Roland is a worldwide commercial oppressor, yoda's insane, the emperor has a nasty speech impediment, I can't deliver the world to a Beanie Baby.... I say they all kill each other and leave the homeless guy, John, the sole victor (with Di Marco a close second).
Follow up with a satisfactory epilogue and we have ourselves a finished storygame!
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Well, either they all kill each other, or the toys team up and turn on their respective creators, eliminate all human life on the planet and become the dominant species.
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| Quote: | | or the toys team up and turn on their respective creators, eliminate all human life on the planet and become the dominant species |
...not so sure they would seek to eliminate human life...at least not at first...merely enslave it in most cases (but not all...e.g The Jedi may well find that unethical)...again it all depends on what group(s) win...unlikely alliances may produce some fairly bizarre results/comprimises.
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| JezSharp wrote: | | Quote: | | or the toys team up and turn on their respective creators, eliminate all human life on the planet and become the dominant species |
...not so sure they would seek to eliminate human life...at least not at first...merely enslave it in most cases (but not all...e.g The Jedi may well find that unethical)...again it all depends on what group(s) win...unlikely alliances may produce some fairly bizarre results/comprimises. |
Well, the Jedi could say that humans are causing the damage on earth, and need to be removed.
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Ok the 100F celebratory poll is now up and running. Just to be clear, all voters in the poll will receive 100F guaranteed  .
Happy Voting
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Clearly Yoda. Save the swamps! Save the trees!
By the way, nice story, man. I like it.
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| I've voted for Sheets on behalf of solus, this poll could end up as quite a large tie...if so I'll have to cast lots (in some form) for the ending .
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| Poll will close in around 24 hours time, last chance to get 100F if you haven't already voted .
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Author's Note: Thanks to all the people who have participated and followed this sg . In addition to the 100F poll I am awarding China and Lebrenth an extra 300F for their continued partcipation throughout the sg.
The Poll was a four way tie between Sheets, John, Yoda and everybody winning, so a first to 50 dice marathon decided the eventual outcome . Prepare to witness the closing Chapter where this Earth and Universe shall never be the same.
The Future Of The World
Tension mounted within the room, rising slowly as mercury in a tube does when the sun gently warms it in its gentle caress…everyone watched everyone else…waiting for the first move.
“Rebel Scum,” cried out Stacie, breaking the tension, as she and Barbie swung their guns upon Alexi and his crew. Alexi fell first, his body crumpling to a heap upon the floor, Edward seconds later fell as his brain was riddled with bullets. Outraged the China doll DEATH squad opened full fire upon Barbie, Stacie and Di Marco, the latter would never see his family again, as he pitched forward out of the lift. Soon only Esmerelda, Tulip and Hermonie were left of the China dolls, Stacie and Barbie however were no more than plastic corpses upon the ground.
Whilst this round of fighting opened up Yoda shrilly screamed “get the Jedi!” His loyal minions poured forth and soon had captured both the Sith and Jedi at the expense of letting the American go free. Slowly Rolland McDolland rose to his feet, only to be struck by gunfire from John and the remaining China Dolls. The fat and flabby American crashed to the ground, the thump he made silencing the chamber.
John looked decidedly shaken as he surveyed the scene around him, trying not to look at the fallen bodies of Alexi and Edward or the shattered faces of the two China Dolls. Yoda hopped upon the chair arm to face him and the remaining three dolls,
“Well human, join my side will you…or die at the hands of my minions.” John’s answer was about to decide the outcome of the World...the words he spoke rested as finely as the throw of a dice.
He looked at all the death around him, realised too that they had few bullets left, then looked up at Yoda,
“What would you do should you rule?” He asked, “would I have a place to live and food to eat, would the remainder of Alexi’s army be able to work for me and fight for you?” Yoda chuckled as he replied,
“For you make exception I will yes, home you will have and army you can keep as long as serve me you do.” John sought the remaining China dolls confirmation and got it.
“Then I accept your offer Yoda,” he replied, “may the world benefit from your rule…” for I’m not a hero after all, I merely want to live my life in peace, John thought…
Epilogue: The Closing of a Universe
Many millennia later a ship from The Intergalactic Council passed by Earth and noted in it’s log book that Earth was ’a haven of great natural beauty and wildlife, unique within the wider galaxy’ and recommended further investigations be made into it. A party was sent and found the world to be ruled by a small, green, plastic figure who spoke in funny tones and voice. It soon became clear that the planet was not only very healthy but had advanced weapon technology by which to defend itself.
A wide variety of wildlife flourishes upon the terrain, commented the guidebook, 'including, rhinos’, giraffes’ and humans. Rebellious creatures are dealt with by wildlife guardians who come in a range of strange shapes and sizes and are organised by more small plastic figures, who also appear, like Yoda, to have a range of strange speech patterns. Our tour guide for the week was a strangely exciteable white ghost who apparently helps out Yoda with his chores and carrying mesages. This we ascertained from his nodding or shaking of his head, as he only said 'Nee' in a high pitched tone most of the time we were there.
Occasionally some of the human species do form basic plots to overcome the small industrious owner, but they are easily quashed, besides - the leader also has his own personal group of body guards known as THE Death squad.
Overall we are greatly impressed by this planet and whilst we would not recommend it as yet for membership to the council we would certainly push for the motion that it should be made a protected planet due to its status as one of the finest nature reserves in the known Solar System.'
Within a year this had happened and a Galactic base set up upon Mars to stop opportune goblin raiders or other devious species taking advantage of the planet. The planet continued on in this vein, growing more beautiful every year, the ozone layer healed and the climate stabilised completely. Ways of producing more toys, without harming the environment, were discovered and soon they spread across the planet and later into space itself. After much debate on the matter they were finally allowed in to the Galactic Council and recognised as a unique race, Yoda or one of his Force representatives often attending meetings and causing some confusion with their lisps, bad jokes or miss worded sentences.
As the toys could conceivably live for ever they became permanent figures within the council and their power rose, soon they spread across the planets, building up Forces and bringing life to barren planets where once before there was none. Ultimately they became too powerful for the other races, just as they had become too powerful for humans. Once seen by the Galactic Council as novel wards of a nature reserve they took control of the Council and of the planets that supported it. Their spread was inevitable and unstoppable across this particular Universe which bore witness, as so many others had, to the complete domination of unstoppable force. 
Perhaps the one difference here is that the other beings were not slaughtered but merely reduced into the wildlife around them…and in many cases were happier for it - enjoying the beauty that Yoda’s army brought to each and every planet, proving perhaps that a dictatorship can work for good as well as bad, although it all depends on what perspective you were to take.
For now though, we must leave this bizarre Universe behind as the door closes upon the worlds and galaxies where toys rule and nature sings to tunes of joy - returning back instead to the Universe we live in and the choices we must make.
THE END
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~Chuckles~
Excellent, though slightly frightening ending Jez!    
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| Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:37 am Post subject: The geek will inherit the world |
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Very nice, you really took advantage of the opportunity to have fun with the ending. I didn't want Yoda to win, but at least John lived out his life....
You know, I think you found a nice length for a storygame. It doesn't get so far ahead that no one can keep up. I'll have to keep it in mind.
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Thanks China, Lebrenth for your responses, I'm really glad you enjoyed it .
I'm thinking perhaps in the very distant future I may return to this Universe to write a sequel, but it will be the very distant future if it were to happen.
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