Attack of the Text-speaking fangirls!

[Hickory]

I'm proud to announce that about 24 hours after finishing the my original Forum fanfic I have begun work on the sequel:
ATTACK OF THE TEXT-SPEAKING FANGIRLS!!!!

The first chapter is still in progress, unfortunately. It should be up soon. Here's a little trailer-thingy.

The destruction of the cellars leads to the chaos and corruption of the "bad" board to leak into other major school components! But before the brave team, lead by Cornflower, can put things right, they have to deal with th next huge threat: Jukka gone rogue! (and also Jukka leading the textpseaking fangirls. I should probably mention that, right?) Will the infamous anti-Izeroth team win again? Read to find out!

[Skyblade]

Great, Sage!

[Eulaliaaa!]

That sounds so cool!

[rrrrr]

Cool

[Hickory]

Sorry for the lack of humor. Post-apocolyptic schools are usually humorless. At least int eh first chapter. *evil laugh*

Chapter 1

"...and that concludes my debate for the position of class president."

"Excellent. Mr. Soren, you may step down. We will take a break from the debate for our candidates to refresh and rejuvinate."

The teacher left the stage and Soren chugged down a bottle of water. His supporter Mhera stood by him, cycling his notecards to make sure they were all there. "Um, everything's ready. Should I grab some more water?"

Soren shook his head. "Nah, I'm fine."

He ran his finger through his hair. "Another term... I half wish I wasn't running for the presidency again."

Mhera shrugged. "Not my problem."

"That's more like it. You've been rather... servile recently."

Mhera shifted furtively. "Really? I, uh, well..."

"You like the vice presidency, don't you?"

She nodded.

Soren was about to reply when the teacher said, "All contestants will return to the stage for the next part of the debate."

†  †  †

Skarz nervously ground his fist into his palm behind his back as he stood on stage waiting for Soren to appear. The troll had decided to go on his memory instead of notecards, and it had paid off. No accidental dropping of the cards to make him seem like a doofus. Just in case, Faiy had put a bunch of cards on a ring if Skarz ever needed them. He scoffed even thinking about it. he had also paid the janitor extra to make sure there were no mic problems. Or, rather, Faiy had. Or did she threaten? The details were never clear with Faiy. Or anyone, after The Event.

But enough thinking. He had a debate to win.

[Søren]

Hahahahah, this is cool!

[Skyblade]

Very nice, Sage!

[Eulaliaaa!]

This is pretty cool 

[Hickory]

Here you go.

Chapter 2

Cornflower and her friends, Amber, Banya, James, and a couple other buddies from her old squad were headed down the hallway to another boring class. Well, it didn't used to be boring. Before the destruction of the Cellars and all things fun, classes had been interesting, but they weren't anymore.

Anyway, they were almost at the door of their classroom when there was a muffled Bang! It was silent and then the door was thrown open, and Rainshadow stumbled out, hand over mouth, wheezing like crazy as black smoke billowed out behind her. "Magnesium overdose," she said, before running to the bathroom. Several other students, including Jukka, ran out, the line ending with the teacher, Russa, who slammed the door shut. The fire alarms went off a few seconds later, and all in the vicinity clapped hands over their ears.

Everybody sat down to wait, and eventually the janitor showed up. He was wearing a chemical suit and carried a lead bin and tongs. He disappeared inside the room and came out a few minutes later, shaking his head. "Ms. Russa, I recommend you follow all safety regulations before, during and after experimenting with highly dangerous chemicals like magnesium." He trudged off down the hallway.

Corn bit the inide of her mouth, trying to contain her laughter. She turned to face Jukka, who had just returned from the bathroom, and who's breath still smelled like soot. Even though she was in pretty bad condition, she managed to pull a smile. "Don't get moments like those very often anymore," she said. They all nodded in agreement.

Soon one of the secretaries came down and gave them the alternate rooms they'd all be taking their classes in, and they slipt up. We'll talk to you, reader, about each class, but let's start with Banya.

Her Turkish sausage gun had been disintegrated, but she retained her crime-fighting weapon The Notebook. Nowadays, though, it was mostly used to fight mathematics. Whatever.

Strangely enough, though, her classroom had an unusual concentration of Cellars. Here's an example.

Banya flipped to a clean page in the notebook as she wrote down a few sentences in German, trying out the new words she'd been practicing since yesterday. Sitting down she was about to read them aloud when a weird jazz number started playing. She looked up with a bemused expression on her face as Plugg walked in. He shrugged off a trenchcoat and hung up his fedora before placing a thick stick pretzel in the side of his mouth. He said with a gangsta accent, "'Twas a dark night in a city that knew how to keep its secrets. However, one man was still looking for the answers to life's persistent questions. Plugg Noir, private eye."

He struck a supposedly suave pose before taking a seat.

[Delthion]

OOC: Sure...he knew who I was. It was I that had killed his pet porcupine all those years ago...and he was here to exact revenge.

[Skyblade]

Well done!

By the way, if I ever show up (it's not a priority, though), I would appreciate being Rubidium Girl

[Cornflower MM]

*Claps* Very good job, Sage!

[Hickory]

Well done!

By the way, if I ever show up (it's not a priority, though), I would appreciate being Rubidium Girl

1.)Wut
2.) I already planned/made you a Grammar Patrol soldieress.

[Skyblade]

Oh, that works too!

[Eulaliaaa!]

Hahaha, this is great