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There’s a storm brewing…

At least, it felt that way. The wind was unsettling. The smog of the city littered the air with a heavy scent of garbage and debris. The humidity was sweltering, with the temperatures flowing beyond 100 degrees. The only small condolence this city would give is the small breach of air that blew through the streets, giving a brief cooling sensation. It was a small condolence, but it was highly appreciated. The city was never always this kind before.

The storm was clearly about to begin...

Atop the streets of this lonely burg, a lone warrior stood upon the building. His name unknown; his face masked; his figure covered in shadows. He would be unknown for a long time.

He doesn’t care.

That was never his goal. He never wanted a sense of popularity. He also knows that he’s just not the kind of person a mob boss would remember in fear. He was merely an annoyance to such characters. Of course, being the annoyance that he is, it would only become apparent to them how easily he can defeat them.

Usually, he would be alone. However, his companions would occasionally show up. The indestructible boy; the man in the labcoat; and the man with the hat. They would very rarely be seen together all the time, which led some people to believe that this shadowy figure was actually every single one. A four-person show that would station themselves in different locations. It was an interesting rumor, but it was never truly proven. Plus, there are the rumors of that same figure standing with three completely different figures, with one being so thin and grey that it’s almost comical, and the other two being very sharply dressed. I mean, it is incredible how official they look. It completely throws the stick guy out of the picture.

Uh, what was I saying..?

Oh, right, the storm that was brewing. Yeah. That big storm was brewing like a really nice cup of Joe in the morning. I mean, this brew was strong as hell, man. It was incredible.

It would slowly evaporate the city in a dangerous fog. The fog seemed to do things to people in there. It would make them crazy. It would make them do crazy things, like die on top of electrical poles and antennas. I mean, what the hell is up with that? Also, it would make them think they’re fighting some big monster thing when they’re actually fighting some really ugly person in a costume from the convention next door. He was just trying to find a restroom and these guys killed him. I’d say they’d be sent to jail after this, but cities with superheroes can have pretty dumb cops.

The fog was deep and dark, creepy and kooky, mysterious and spooky. It would be, dare I say, altogether ooky. The city was becoming smaller, and there was little reason for it.

This city without a name...

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1st Update
Art Forums merged into one super entity entitled "The Art of Arts"! Well, not all names have to be brilliant. Bah, I don't have time for this. I have an insane story to write!
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They say this masked figure on the rooftops has this insane belief that he is the creator of this world and that we are merely visitors. They also say he is able to move buildings with his own force of will. And he is also incredibly handsome. I mean, handsome like someone could never believe.

Who says this, a reader may ask? Well, Word of God, of course. What’s God, that same reader may ask? Well, that’s getting into a debate upon which the viewer may begin a series of follow-up questions that may or may not just tire people out, so we’ll just say he’s the creator of bacon and leave it at that.

This fog would slowly creep through the streets, touching every single person in the forum with a touch of a special form of insanity, called Antibiological Nautical Hermaphordite Sanity. The general consensus is that I made that up, but I’m telling the story, so y’all can shut it.

The fog seeped in, making our worlds seem like an episode of The Twilight Zone. In this one, the viewer is a mental patient who cannot stop thinking about bacon. The viewer continues muttering about it, when the doctor tells them that they have a special disease. This disease causes the brain to think about bacon all the time. The reason for it is simple: THE BRAIN IS BACON. Upon that note, the viewer grabs their own head and opens up the skull, grabbing their entire brain and eating it. They keep chewing it, but they slowly die without the brain active.

The twist ending to that episode? Well, it turns out that the brain is needed to respond to taste, so it being detached from the human turns the brain from a delicious bacony substance into a tasteless slimy brain.

Gross, ain’t it? Sad thing is, there were a lot of deaths to voluntary brain removal due to this fog. It was sad, really. The stick man was the first to go, but the indestructible boy brought him back to life. The stick man promptly began to try and eat his brain again, but he only found it to be plastic. He became a hollow man that day. Literally. He didn’t have a thing to eat the rest of the day. Poor guy probably wanted some damn bacon, but no one let him eat his brain. Sad, really.

Oh, right, the storm. It be brewin’ someting terribly fierce, mon.
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Update Number 2
Board swaps. Battle Dojo and Non-Canon RP are moved from the RP board and into the General Archives and will be deleted in a month's time; Gamesand Shops is now marked under the Streusel Board; Video Game Reviews, PC Gaming, and *sniff* World of Warcraft are now under General Archives as well.

Whew. Okay, that's it for tonight. I will be back tomorrow where we'll have our big change.
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The fog swallowed the entire city up like a plague. It was a death-like plague. Not like those hussy life-like plagues. Those are the epitome of suck and whore. Now, let’s look at the forecast with our weatherman, Stormy Showers. Oh, Stormy!

“Why, thank you, Mr. Narrator. It will be a beautiful day tomorrow, oddly enough, but none will notice because I will be dead and you will be, too. Back to you, Mr. Narrator.”

Oh, please, Stormy. Call me Jill.

“But…but Jill is a girl’s name, and you’re a bo-“

Anyway, let’s take a look back at that storm. It sure is brewing, isn’t it, Waluigi?

“Waaah, it shur is, Mister Miss Jill. It’s a sad sight to see when a city just a-fogs it all up, waaaa.”

It sure is, Waluigi. It sure is. Now, let’s talk to Mr. Cat. Mr. Cat, are you going to be a gooood kitty when I go insane?

Meow…

Yes, yes, you are. Yes, you are! Yes, yes, yes~! :3

Now, let’s go back to me, and wow, I suddenly have a girlish figure! I can’t believe these developments!

“Waaah, Waluigi, he a-likes this. You now more woman than man. That is more than enough for Waaaaluigi.”

Oh, it most certainly is, Waluigi. It most certainly is.

Oh, and here’s a late-breaking story. It seems we have only three minutes to go before we all start putting on the spearsister’s helmet and sing Kumbayah while rocket skiing down the city streets, ganking low level noobs. What do you think about this, Waluigi?

“Waaaah…Waluigi is the cat now. Meooooowaaaaaaaa”

Absolutely fascinating stuff. Back to you, mysterious figure on top of the building!
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Update the Third
The main F6 Comics discussion and site discussion boards have been consolidated into two boards: F6 Comics Discussion and Site and Forum Support. The support stuff from Tech Support will have to be moved into the new board, and the tags posts will have to be developed, but until then, you have this lovely little change. Rejoice! There should be only two updates left.
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The wind was starting to brew into a mean cup of Joe. Oh, that was already used? Well, the last narrator kind of got a little sick in the head, so I’ll be finishing up with my remaining remnants of sanity.

I like ponies.

Gaah, I better hurry.

The wind blew through the figure’s open jacket, showing a various assortment of both gadgetry and weaponry. He had the air of a powerful figure, but no one knows of his name or has seen his true face. The only unmistakable detail that is noticeable is the messy hair and the human-like features upon his face. Thank god. If this turned out to be a Sonic recolor like the last damn hero we had, this narrator would probably go insane. Well, more insane than he already is slowly becoming right now at this very moment and pooooooonies in spaaaceships.

Gah! Stop that. Oh, come on, hurry up.

The figure brought his hand up into the sky and observed this mess upon his city. A large light began to form around his hand, as if conjuring up some unknown entity to this world.

The storm was suddenly quiet...
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Actualizar Cuatro
Video Game Discussion, Audio Visual, and Anime and Manga boards are now merged to one board. Only the most recent of threads are put in. If any aren't part of it, then just ask for it in the Thread Homeless Shelter.
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It was unsettling. The city suddenly became as silent as the dead. The insane became calm and aware. The city became quiet, without a single sound occurring for what seemed like an eternity, but slowly became aware as five seconds. It was then that a single snap of the figure’s fingers occurred.

And suddenly...

Nothing. The world was suddenly changed back to the way it was. The insane straightened their backs and adjusted their shirts, talking in a normal language instead of something that some Psychlo redneck would use. Waluigi stopped licking himself momentarily and straightened his back, pledging to never allow himself to be shown in such a light and becoming a true Underdog. The previous narrator awoke in the arms of some very odd young boy that one would say is very…distasteful. The cat became pop singing sensation Miracle Yokuba. That was nice of it. And Stormy Showers became the uninteresting side character that no one liked to see. Fandoms are odd like that.

The city seemed to be smaller, though. There was no real indication why, though. It seemed like a worthless ideal, though. I mean, why would anyone want to downsize to a smaller city if they had a huge one? But maybe it was for the best. With this knowledge, maybe more people would try visiting the city. Maybe they would even consider making a residence there. There are a lot of spots.

As for the mysterious masked man? He seems to have disappeared. Will he ever return? Will his legacy be fulfilled? Who knows?

Actually, after this entire mess is over, no one really remembers it, as the madness was quickly forgotten.

Yup. That’s right. Hundreds of people thought their brains were bacon. Waluigi was in a litter box for a bit, which was certainly not a very helpful thing to have imagined. A pop singer was a cat, for God’s sake. However, in the very end, this weird little city event appeared randomly, and then was never mentioned again.

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Huh? Oh, alright…



And so, once again, we have a quaint city, filled with odd, odd people. People that have combated Nazis of all status effects and nitpicking habits. People that have waited for the act of a single man to be shown, but have since been so irrevocably disappointed to the point of not even caring about it. The city is smaller, the people more together, and the crime rate at an all-time low.

But in the city streets, a new evil is slowly showing through the shadows. Somewhere, some villain schemes to bring this city into another state of easily-forgettable madness.

They say that a person can look up at the rooftops and see these figures once again. They seem to be the ones responsible for most of the cleanup. The man in the mask would stare up into the sky, his jacket blowing in the wind. The wind suddenly changed again.

A storm was brewing…

Thankfully, it was just a light drizzle. I really hate summer rains. You can never predict them.

The End
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Update in the Fifth of November
The Roleplaying board is moved into its own category above the Misc one. The Entertainment board is showing for once. The decision to move Other Comics to under the General Discussion board is postponed for right now. The forum changes are pretty much complete, beyond making a few new threads.
Hope the story was at the very least entertaining. SEE YOU SOON
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