FOLGORE RANGERS ROLL CALL

[MacLovin]

GoldieXCharlie, do eet

I'm thinking of a storyline involving a cross between the FR and the DC's Blackest Night, but I can't get it straight.

[Sunwoo]

"Damn you, Sirius, that one was mine," Charlie growled, lowering his plasma gun and turning to glare at his fellow moderator.

"No kill streak bonus for you, mister," Sirius replied. He then fired at yet another humanoid figure that was sneaking up on Freohr, dissolving it upon impact.

"Hey! I was going to shoot that!" Charlie yelled.

As the two continued to blast Goldie alts and bicker over kills, the rest of the denizens stood a safe distance away - watching the action as it unfolded and whispering to one another about what exactly was going on. They were too engrossed with the battle that was playing out in front of their eyes to even think about leaving the Fourth Forum Square Park ... not that they could even if they wanted to. Goldie's alts surrounded them all.

"So ..." Ein muttered, crossing his arms, "Goldie has mental issues?"

"Nope, she's on drugs," BLS said. "Special, never-before-heard-of drugs."

"She has drugs and she's not afraid to use them!" ZM joked, making Freohr and Luxe laugh.

"How many of those alts have Charlie and Sirius slain already?" Boron asked.

"I think fifteen." Darros shrugged.

"You loser! There were clearly sixteen of them!" Zak scoffed. "Can't you count?"

"... Are you sure? Because I lost count at twelve."

"You're too slow, guys," Charlie said, shooting twice at a Goldie alt behind Sirius. "I've taken down at least twenty of those things myself."

"Twenty?!" Rei, Darros, and Boron shouted in unison ... just as Charlie blasted another alt with his gun.

"Now, it's at twenty-one," he corrected, with a sardonic grin.

"There's just no end to them," Sirius grumbled as he fired at three Goldie alts in the distance. "Ah, screw this. Charlie, can you handle this on your own? I think we need to let Tangerine know about what Goldie is doing."

"Was she always like this?" ZM wanted to know.

"Well ..." Sirius made a face. "She's always had her ... unique way of speaking. And an obsession with purple. That's for certain."

"She seems normal enough when I interact with her outside of the Forest," Luxe remarked. "I don't know why she acts this way here."

"Who cares?" Zak retorted. "She's completely nuts right now, and that's all that matters."

"Isn't that the truth?" Charlie shot at two more alts and barely avoided being spray-painted purple by a third one. "Sirius, if you're going to leave, then you'd better get going. This is getting ridiculous."

"Right." Sirius held up his plasma gun, while he and Charlie stood back to back with one another. "Cover me."

"Take me with you, please?" Freohr piped in. "This is getting really weird, and I have a lot to do tomorrow."

Just then, five Goldie alts came out of nowhere and began running towards the group. Charlie fired at the shouting menaces in rapid succession, hitting three and melting them instantly, while Rei and BLS lunged out of the other two alts' path. Ein nonchalantly punched a Goldie alt in the jaw and Darros kicked the other one to the ground. Charlie then shot at them both and Sirius took the opportunity to slip past them and out of the Fourth Forum Square Park.

"Everyone!" he shouted to the denizens as he continued to clear the way. "If you're going to leave, then do it now! Don't stick around any longer than you need to!"

"Wait for me!" Freohr squealed, waving her arms in the air as she hurried after Sirius.

"Screw you all, I'm not staying here to get run over by purple-obsessed alt machines!" Zak said, running after Freohr as well. "See you later!"

"We'll just get in Charlie's way if we're here," Luxe said to BLS and Rei. "Let's split while we still can."

"Agreed, this is getting too weird," Rei muttered.

"Charlie, good luck!" BLS called to the moderator as he, Rei, and Luxe started heading out as well. "Don't give in!"

"Yeah, yeah, just get out of here before they start popping up again," Charlie responded, blasting at two alts that tried to ambush the three leaving denizens. "No more vandalizing for you, Goldie. Number forty-eight."

"Ein, why aren't you going too?" ZM questioned.

"Meh, who cares? They're just a bunch of stupid alts," Ein said. "I'm not scared at all."

"So you don't mind if one sprays you purple?" Darros asked, shoving an alt away from ZM and jumping back when Charlie blasted it. A few drops of purple goo landed on his shoe. "Oh, yuck, Goldie gunk!" he complained.

"There's so many of them ..." Charlie muttered, lowering his arm and glancing around at the numerous alts that surrounded them. "How can she still be doing this?"

"Oh man ... Charlie's not going to sleep, and Goldie's not going to sleep either," Boron said. "Darros, ZM. I think it's time that the Folgore Rangers joined this madness."

"Right!"

"Uh-huh!"

"No." Charlie recharged his plasma gun and held it up. "Don't interfere with this, guys. I've got this. She's mine."

The Folgores exchanged looks with one another, unsure how to respond. Finally, Darros gave an unhelpful shrug. "If you say so, man," he replied. "We'll just ... stand here, if you need us."

"Don't worry about that, she's going down," Charlie said. "Bring it, you shouting purple spammer!"

At first, the Goldie alts held their position around the perimeter of the Fourth Forum Square Park. Suddenly, they all charged at the group in unison - laughing in that bizarre way that only Goldie could manage and constantly shouting the phase, "fellow human being" over and over again.

Charlie simply stood his ground, waiting for the alts to come closer ... for the perfect time to strike. Then, he leapt into action. Blasting the nearest alt with his plasma gun, he quickly elbowed the one behind him in the face and shot in rapid succession at four Goldie alts trying to sneak up on him from behind. But for every alt that he destroyed, two more immediately sprung up to take its place. Purple goo flew all over the place, splattering the alts, Charlie, and everything else around them.

Boron, Darros, Ein, and ZM were standing out of the way under a particularly large tree. However, they weren't spared from the purple goo that covered the park. ZM tugged at the collar of his shirt, grimacing, and Boron wiped the goop from her face - her expression made it clear that she was not at all amused.

"Ew, Goldie goo!" Darros groaned. "No amount of showers will ever make me feel clean again."

"Oh, quit your whining," Ein said with a look of bored contempt.

"Why ... do ... these fools ... keep ... popping up?" Charlie panted, as he shot yet another alt in the face. "I can't ... keep up ... with her ... pace ..."

Suddenly, a large explosion rocked the park and its immediate vicinity. When the dust and debris cleared up seconds later, all of the Goldie alts were gone. In their place were Tangerine and Sirius, the former holding a laser gun in her hands and striking a heroic pose. Sirius merely saluted his fellow moderator and the Folgores in greeting.

"Took you two long enough," Charlie grumbled, holstering his gun and approaching his peers. "You found a way to keep her from coming back?"

"I sure did!" Tangerine said, smirking. "I put up an anti-Goldie barrier around Serenes Forest. She shouldn't be able to use her powers to cause trouble here anymore!"

"Looks like you've had quite the time, huh, Charlie?" Sirius remarked, staring at the purple goo that covered the surroundings.

"Don't even. I had to face sixty-five of those freaking alts."

"Well, I suppose they didn't even need our help after all," Darros said to Boron and ZM, as Tangerine and the moderators began speaking amongst themselves.

"It was more of their business, not ours," ZM muttered, glaring at a puddle of purple gunk by his shoe. "Even though we clearly got involved in it."

"Whatever." Ein was not impressed.

"Maybe we should get out of here while we still have the chance," Boron pointed out. "This place is a mess, and a few unlucky people are going to be stuck cleaning it up."

"Let's make sure it's not us," ZM agreed.

"Poor Charlie and Sirius, and the rest of the mods." Darros gave a nervous laugh. "Well, our Folgore duties are a-calling. Time to go!"

"Bye guys!" Boron yelled as she, Darros, and ZM fled the Fourth Forum Square Park while dragging Ein right behind them.

Meanwhile, outside of Serenes Forest, Goldie shook her fist and cursed the staff of the Forest for stopping her fun, swearing to return one day to have her revenge. Zeddmare had considered launching an attack on Serenes Forest that day ... but was deterred by the Goldie alts flooding the place. Not even the mighty Zeddmare wanted to deal with a purple vandalizing menace of a shouting machine!

[ZemZem]

Hopefully this thread gets a lot more awesome stories like Boron's again.

[Ice Sage]

awesome story Boron

[a.f.k.a. Howard Hughes]

needs more Shojor.

That is quite common trend with these stories

[Sunwoo]

My next story will probably include Shojor. I only included the people involved with the "Goldie" incident in that last one (which is why Zeddmare had a cameo).

[Freohr Datia]

needs more Shojor.

That is quite common trend with these stories

I think Boron only included the ones that were involved in the incident

There were no exceptions to the others that were based off of "true stories" I believe so I don't think there would be this time =3

[CT075]

brilliant

[Sunwoo]

Because IP Chat is now sorta comatose, with all the drafters having gone to the other chat ...

I CLAIM IP CHAT IN THE NAME OF THE FOLGORE RANGERS.

[MacLovin]

It all started when our over-heralded star, Banzai, woke up in a bush. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling ridiculously frustrated, Banzai poked a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Unaware of the bleakness of existence, he realized that his beloved Pacifier was missing! Immediately he called his so-called buddy, Harpoon. Banzai had known Harpoon for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were curious ones. Harpoon was unique. He was charismatic though sometimes a little... clueless. Banzai called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Harpoon picked up to a very mad Banzai. Harpoon calmly assured him that most man-eating capybaras sneeze before mating, yet Indonesian devil cats usually surreptitiously yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Banzai. Why was Harpoon trying to distract Banzai? Because he had snuck out from Banzai's with the Pacifier only six days prior. It was a saucy little Pacifier... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Banzai got back to the subject at hand: his Pacifier. Harpoon sneezed. Relunctantly, Harpoon invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Pacifier. Banzai grabbed his George Foreman grill and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Harpoon realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Pacifier and he had to do it skillfully. He figured that if Banzai took the nappy, busted-out hatchback, he had take at least two minutes before Banzai would get there. But if he took the Hamlet? Then Harpoon would be alarmingly screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Harpoon was interrupted by six stupid MArtys that were lured by his Pacifier. Harpoon sighed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling relieved, he aimlessly reached for his carrot and fearlessly backhanded every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the magical cornfield, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Hamlet rolling up. It was Banzai.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a 12-pack of live hand grenades, so he knew he was running late. With a calculated leap, Banzai was out of the Hamlet and went earnestly jaunting toward Harpoon's front door. Meanwhile inside, Harpoon was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Pacifier into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his time machine. Harpoon was concerned but at least the Pacifier was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Harpoon scandalously purred. With a deft push, Banzai opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying flaming idiot in a wannabe go-fast Civic,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Harpoon assured him. Banzai took a seat just perfectly far from where Harpoon had hidden the Pacifier. Harpoon shuddered trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Banzai was distracted. Unaware of the bleakness of existence, Harpoon noticed a clueless look on Banzai's face. Banzai slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Harpoon felt a stabbing pain in his kidney when Banzai asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Pacifier right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A funny-smelling look started to form on Banzai's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's ripened avocados from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Banzai nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Harpoon could react, Banzai carefully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Pacifier was plainly in view.

Banzai stared at Harpoon for what what must've been five seconds. In a tragically predictable turn of events, Harpoon groped surreptitiously in Banzai's direction, clearly desperate. Banzai grabbed the Pacifier and bolted for the door. It was locked. Harpoon let out a exotic chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Banzai,' he rebuked. Harpoon always had been a little oafish, so Banzai knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Harpoon did something crazy, like... start chucking ninja stars at him or something. Absolutely thrilled, he gripped his Pacifier tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Harpoon looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Banzai. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Banzai. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Harpoon walked over to the window and looked down. Banzai was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Banzai was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind Harpoon's place. Banzai had severely hurt his kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral MArtys suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Pacifier. One by one they latched on to Banzai. Already weakened from his injury, Banzai yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of MArtys running off with his Pacifier.

About four hours later, Banzai awoke, his double chin throbbing. It was dark and Banzai did not know where he was. Deep in the hazy imaginery desert, Banzai was ridiculously lost. A few unfulfilled decades later, he remembered that his Pacifier was taken by the MArtys. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a teensy MArty emerged from the imaginery desert. It was the alpha MArty. Banzai opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the MArty sunk its teeth into Banzai's shin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Banzai's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than three miles away, Harpoon was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Pacifier. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened dangerous oil-soaked rag. With a calculated thrust, he buried it deeply into his love handle. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Banzai... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Pacifier that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant MArtys, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

LOLz!!1

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http://www.the-elite...tory-generator/

I'm lazy

It all started when our (former porn) star, Shojor, woke up in a disease-infested jungle.

Haha, you thought I was going to end this one?

Edited August 20, 2012 by The Gentleman

[MacLovin]

It all started when our predictably heroic hero, Shin, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly relieved, Shin backhanded a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Unaware of the bleakness of existence, he realized that his beloved Tea and Crumpets was missing! Immediately he called his so-called friend, THE WIFE. Shin had known THE WIFE for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were sassy ones. THE WIFE was unique. She was clever though sometimes a little... oafish. Shin called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

THE WIFE picked up to a very unhappy Shin. THE WIFE calmly assured him that most long-haired sea monkeys cringe before mating, yet South American hissing sloths usually surreptitiously shudder *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Shin. Why was THE WIFE trying to distract Shin? Because she had snuck out from Shin's with the Tea and Crumpets only eleven days prior. It was a flamboyant little Tea and Crumpets... how could she resist?

It didn't take long before Shin got back to the subject at hand: his Tea and Crumpets. THE WIFE sneezed. Relunctantly, THE WIFE invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Tea and Crumpets. Shin grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, THE WIFE realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the Tea and Crumpets and she had to do it aptly. She figured that if Shin took the nappy, busted-out hatchback, she had take at least ten minutes before Shin would get there. But if he took the SHINMOBILE? Then THE WIFE would be very screwed.

Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, THE WIFE was interrupted by ten annoying Camdars & Horacess that were lured by her Tea and Crumpets. THE WIFE sighed; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling worried, she recklessly reached for her ninja star and thoughtfully attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the disease-infested jungle, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the SHINMOBILE rolling up. It was Shin.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at McDonald's to pick up a 12-pack of potatos, so he knew he was running late. With a mighty leap, Shin was out of the SHINMOBILE and went charismatically jaunting toward THE WIFE's front door. Meanwhile inside, THE WIFE was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the Tea and Crumpets into a box of live hand grenades and then slid the box behind her time machine. THE WIFE was angered but at least the Tea and Crumpets was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' THE WIFE charismatically purred. With a skillful push, Shin opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some clueless rationality-deprived retard in a time machine,' he lied. 'It's fine,' THE WIFE assured him. Shin took a seat tragically close to where THE WIFE had hidden the Tea and Crumpets. THE WIFE sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Shin was distracted. Giggling like schoolgirl, THE WIFE noticed a clueless look on Shin's face. Shin slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

THE WIFE felt a stabbing pain in her taint when Shin asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the Tea and Crumpets right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Shin's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's bananas from when she used to have pet long-haired sea monkeys. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Shin nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before THE WIFE could react, Shin thoughtfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Tea and Crumpets was plainly in view.

Shin stared at THE WIFE for what what must've been eleven minutes. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, THE WIFE groped flamboyantly in Shin's direction, clearly desperate. Shin grabbed the Tea and Crumpets and bolted for the door. It was locked. THE WIFE let out a enchanting chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Shin,' she rebuked. THE WIFE always had been a little stupid, so Shin knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before THE WIFE did something crazy, like... start chucking bananas at her or something. In a tragically predictable turn of events, he gripped his Tea and Crumpets tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

THE WIFE looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Shin. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Shin. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. THE WIFE walked over to the window and looked down. Shin was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Shin was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind THE WIFE's place. Shin had severely hurt his fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Camdars & Horacess suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Tea and Crumpets. One by one they latched on to Shin. Already weakened from his injury, Shin yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Camdars & Horacess running off with his Tea and Crumpets.

But then God came down with His intelligent smile and restored Shin's Tea and Crumpets. Feeling stunned, God smote the Camdars & Horacess for their injustice. Then He got in His tricycle and jetted away with the fortitude of 153 South American hissing sloths running from a misshapen pack of spotted wolf hamsters. Shin fell with joy when he saw this. His Tea and Crumpets was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in nine minutes his favorite TV show, Radiant Dawn, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When 3-legged wallabies meet pipe bomb'). Shin was giddy. And so, everyone except THE WIFE and a few malaria-toting South American hissing sloths lived blissfully happy, forever after.

Because Shin and THE WIFE.

OTP.

It all started when our star, Folgore Red, woke up in a thicket. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling abundantly pleased, Folgore Red groped a mitten, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Almost immediately, he realized that his beloved Refa-5 was missing! Immediately he called his friend, Folgore Green. Folgore Red had known Folgore Green for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were electric ones. Folgore Green was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... clueless. Folgore Red called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Folgore Green picked up to a very unctuous Folgore Red. Folgore Green calmly assured him that most kittens yawn before mating, yet marmots usually wildly sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Folgore Red. Why was Folgore Green trying to distract Folgore Red? Because he had snuck out from Folgore Red's with the Refa-5 only nine days prior. It was a exotic little Refa-5... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Folgore Red got back to the subject at hand: his Refa-5. Folgore Green panicked. Relunctantly, Folgore Green invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Refa-5. Folgore Red grabbed his coffee table and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Folgore Green realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Refa-5 and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if Folgore Red took the Pontiac Aztec, he had take at least four minutes before Folgore Red would get there. But if he took the Folgore Jalopy? Then Folgore Green would be ridiculously screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Folgore Green was interrupted by six clueless Apoceclipses that were lured by his Refa-5. Folgore Green yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he deftly reached for his oven mitt and aggressively punched every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the desert, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Folgore Jalopy rolling up. It was Folgore Red.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of oven mitts, so he knew he was running late. With a calculated leap, Folgore Red was out of the Folgore Jalopy and went flamboyantly jaunting toward Folgore Green's front door. Meanwhile inside, Folgore Green was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Refa-5 into a box of staplers and then slid the box behind his bed. Folgore Green was puzzled but at least the Refa-5 was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Folgore Green sassily purred. With a heroic push, Folgore Red opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some oafish genius in a '82 Corolla,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Folgore Green assured him. Folgore Red took a seat proximate to where Folgore Green had hidden the Refa-5. Folgore Green shuddered trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Folgore Red was distracted. All of a sudden, Folgore Green noticed a funny-smelling look on Folgore Red's face. Folgore Red slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Folgore Green felt a stabbing pain in his arm when Folgore Red asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Refa-5 right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A funny-smelling look started to form on Folgore Red's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's paper clips from when she used to have pet otters. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Folgore Red nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Folgore Green could react, Folgore Red skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Refa-5 was plainly in view.

Folgore Red stared at Folgore Green for what what must've been nine nanoseconds. Rather abruptly, Folgore Green groped exotically in Folgore Red's direction, clearly desperate. Folgore Red grabbed the Refa-5 and bolted for the door. It was locked. Folgore Green let out a exotic chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Folgore Red,' he rebuked. Folgore Green always had been a little funny-smelling, so Folgore Red knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Folgore Green did something crazy, like... start chucking socks at him or something. Out of nowhere, he gripped his Refa-5 tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Folgore Green looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Folgore Red. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Folgore Red. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Folgore Green walked over to the window and looked down. Folgore Red was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Folgore Red was struggling to make his way through the forest behind Folgore Green's place. Folgore Red had severely hurt his butt during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Apoceclipses suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Refa-5. One by one they latched on to Folgore Red. Already weakened from his injury, Folgore Red yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Apoceclipses running off with his Refa-5.

But then God came down with His congenial smile and restored Folgore Red's Refa-5. Feeling frustrated, God smote the Apoceclipses for their injustice. Then He got in His '82 Corolla and whizzed away with the fortitude of 2,000 hamsters running from a enormous pack of otters. Folgore Red vomited with joy when he saw this. His Refa-5 was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in eight minutes his favorite TV show, Jerry Springer, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When hamsters meet hand grenade'). Folgore Red was jubilant. And so, everyone except Folgore Green and a few hand grenade-toting kittens lived blissfully happy, forever after.

The good Prof. and his second assistant.

It all started when our (former porn) star, CR, woke up in a imaginery desert. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly puzzled, CR hit a gerbil, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few unsatisfying minutes later, she realized that her beloved Refa-5 was missing! Immediately she called her bed-friend, PKL. CR had known PKL for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. PKL was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little... insensitive. CR called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

PKL picked up to a very happy CR. PKL calmly assured her that most 3-legged wallabies belch before mating, yet venomous koalas usually exotically sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting CR. Why was PKL trying to distract CR? Because he had snuck out from CR's with the Refa-5 only four days prior. It was a curious little Refa-5... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before CR got back to the subject at hand: her Refa-5. PKL yawned. Relunctantly, PKL invited her over, assuring her they'd find the Refa-5. CR grabbed her rhinocerus and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, PKL realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Refa-5 and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if CR took the deliciously practical 4-door, he had take at least ten minutes before CR would get there. But if she took the Folgore Jalopy? Then PKL would be scarcely screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, PKL was interrupted by two dimwitted Apoceclipses that were lured by his Refa-5. PKL belched; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling stunned, he deftly reached for his ripened avocado and aptly grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Folgore Jalopy rolling up. It was CR.

----o0o----

As she pulled up, she felt a sense of urgency. She had had to make an unscheduled stop at Egg Roll King to pick up a 12-pack of potatos, so she knew she was running late. With a heroic leap, CR was out of the Folgore Jalopy and went explosively jaunting toward PKL's front door. Meanwhile inside, PKL was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Refa-5 into a box of ripened avocados and then slid the box behind his whale. PKL was stunned but at least the Refa-5 was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' PKL sassily purred. With a careful push, CR opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some clueless beer-sloshed tool in a hippie-pleasing hybrid vehicle,' she lied. 'It's fine,' PKL assured her. CR took a seat excruciatingly close to where PKL had hidden the Refa-5. PKL turned red trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But CR was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, PKL noticed a abrasive look on CR's face. CR slowly opened her mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

PKL felt a stabbing pain in his kidney when CR asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Refa-5 right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A annoying look started to form on CR's face. She turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's carrots from when she used to have pet albino cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. CR nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before PKL could react, CR carefully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Refa-5 was plainly in view.

CR stared at PKL for what what must've been three millseconds. Ever so extemperaneously, PKL groped sassily in CR's direction, clearly desperate. CR grabbed the Refa-5 and bolted for the door. It was locked. PKL let out a exotic chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, CR,' he rebuked. PKL always had been a little annoying, so CR knew that reconciliation was not an option; she needed to escape before PKL did something crazy, like... start chucking wolverines at him or something. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, she gripped her Refa-5 tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

PKL looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from CR. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for CR. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. PKL walked over to the window and looked down. CR was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, CR was struggling to make her way through the imaginery desert behind PKL's place. CR had severely hurt her prostate during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Apoceclipses suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Refa-5. One by one they latched on to CR. Already weakened from her injury, CR yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Apoceclipses running off with her Refa-5.

But then God came down with His ingenious smile and restored CR's Refa-5. Feeling relieved, God smote the Apoceclipses for their injustice. Then He got in His time machine and jettisoned away with the fortitude of 20 disease-carrying chipmunks running from a shrunken pack of disease-carrying chipmunks. CR fell with joy when she saw this. Her Refa-5 was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in two minutes her favorite TV show, Jerry Springer, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When venomous koalas meet pipe bomb'). CR was elated. And so, everyone except PKL and a few gun-toting spotted wolf hamsters lived blissfully happy, forever after.

Edited August 20, 2012 by The Gentleman

[Sunwoo]

Seriously, you should stop now.

[eclipse]

It's not a story if it's a template.

[Sunwoo]

Shin, please put this story between the Goldie story and Harpoon's departure to the "other country".

It was a bright, sunny day in the city of Serenes Forest. And yet ... tension was brewing in the Folgorelair, located in Imp's guesthouse - which was separate from her actual house. Boron and Harpoon were at it again. Lately, they had been arguing about everything, little stuff that in itself meant nothing but kept on building up because they never resolved their issues.

But none of their fights had ever reached this level of animosity before. By that point, Boron was shouting at Harpoon and all but tearing her hair out. Harpoon seemed to be confused and angry at the same time, but was refusing to acknowledge anything that Boron was saying. And standing in the back of the room were Shin, Imp, Darros, Banzai, ZM, Richter, 13th, and Refa-5 ... huddled close to one another in front of Eliedon. Not wanting to get themselves involved at all.

"Okay, that's it! I've had it!" Boron yelled. She threw her hands up in the air, ranting, "You know what? I don't even know why I bother to care about this anymore. So go ahead. Ignore everything I say. Just blame it all on me and act like you've had nothing to do with any of this. But that attitude will come back to bite you in the butt one day. And when it happens - and it WILL happen, believe me - I'm not going to pick you back up."

Imp watched as Boron stormed around the guesthouse, throwing her belongings into her backpack, and head for the door. "Wait a minute! Boron! Where are you going?"

"Leaving," she replied, kicking the door open without so much as a look back.

"Okay, then, go blow off some steam," Darros called to her. "But hurry up, Horita could strike at any moment!"

"Darros ..." Boron sighed. "I'm leaving for good, okay?"

"WHAT!?" ZM, Imp, and Darros all shouted in unison.

"You can't leave forever!" Imp protested. "We need you with us! And ... you're our friend. I don't want you to go ..."

"Come on, don't let Harpoon get to you, he's ..." Richter glanced up at the ceiling quickly. "He's Harpoon. Don't leave over this."

"I don't get why you're so mad anyway, Boron," Harpoon brought up.

Banzai scoffed. "This is all way too much serious business," he muttered. "I don't even see why you're all taking this too seriously."

"If you're going to go, then go!" Refa-5 piped in.

"Refa-5!" ZM glared at the robot. "Don't encourage her!"

"Boron ... you can't just leave us," 13th said, trying to be reasonable amidst the emotion. "We are the Folgore Rangers. We swore to protect this city from Zeddmare's evil plans."

"Okay, okay, maybe that was the wrong choice of words." Boron grimaced. "I'm not leaving forever. But I think I need a little break from Serenes Forest. Not only because of this, but I have other duties as well, you know?"

"I know," Shin said, speaking for the first time since the argument.

"Shin?" ZM turned to his leader, a confused look on his face. He wasn't the only one. "You're okay with this?"

"Of course I am, I'm the leader!" Shin laughed, although it sounded a bit forced. "But anyway ... you take a break if you need it, all right? We'll be waiting for you when you're ready to come back."

"Yeah, I won't be gone for that long," Boron agreed. "And thanks, Shin ... the rest of you."

"Bye Boron," ZM and Imp called to her. The others echoed their farewell.

With a final parting nod, Boron took a step back and walked out of the Folgorelair. Soon, the others couldn't even see her in the distance. The other Folgores simply stared at the door, not knowing what to say to break the silence, when Darros exclaimed, "Oh, hold on! How are we supposed to take on the Forces of Evil without Boron?"

"Not to worry, Darros," Eliedon spoke up. He had been strangely quiet during the entire exchange between Boron and the others. "Before she left, Folgore Yellow had already decided on her replacement. I have chosen a new Folgore Yellow to take over for Boron during her absence."

"Well, who is it?" Harpoon demanded.

"Yeah, Eliedon, tell us," Richter said.

"Is she here yet?" Darros asked.

Eliedon gave a slow nod, but there was the slightest hint of an amused smirk on his face. "Indeed, Darros." He motioned to the back corner of the guesthouse. "Meet the new Folgore Yellow ... Deranger."

The other Folgores exchanged looks with one another, confused, but then they saw the newest addition to their team: neck-length blue-green hair; approximately between Imp and Shin in height; navy blue long-sleeved T-shirt and black jeans. More importantly, the newest Folgore Yellow was not female, as they had expected, but male.

It was Harpoon who broke the silence. He burst into peels of laughter, clutching his stomach and leaning against Banzai for support. "Ooh, man! I feel so sorry for you, dude! You're Yellow!"

"What's so funny about that?" ZM asked, as Banzai shoved Harpoon off his shoulder.

"You know! Only girls are supposed to be Folgore Yellow!"

"And what is so wrong with that?" Imp growled, raising her fist - not that Harpoon even saw the motion.

"Oh, I don't know." Shin shook his head. "I don't see why it's so wrong to have a guy be Folgore Yellow."

"Guys ..." 13th warned. "We're not making a good impression, you know."

"Right, right." Shin cleared his throat and struck a dramatic pose. "I'm Shin, your almighty leader! As long as you fight under my command, I shall not let anything happen to you!"

"Uh, nice to meet you, too," Deranger said, not exactly sure what to make of everything.

"I think I know you, I've seen you around in the Artist's Corner," Darros exclaimed. He extended his hand to Deranger. "I'm Darros, good to have you here."

"Same." The two exchanged a handshake.

It wasn't long before Deranger was acquainted with the rest of the Folgores, although Harpoon was still chuckling a bit. Once introductions had finished, they all stood in awkward silence, not knowing what to say next.

"Now, then," Eliedon began, "if you would be so kind, Deranger, it is time for you to activate your Folgore powers."

"Right, of course," he muttered, looking down at his new communicator. "So ..."

A brief period of silence followed, the other Folgores waiting for something to happen and Deranger not sure what was supposed to happen. Then ...

"FOLGORE YELLOW -- POWER OF ARTISTIC VISION!"

Edited August 20, 2012 by Seoyeon

[Esme]

Uh, wow.

I didn't think you'd make a story out of the whole thing.

That's pretty neat, to be honest.

Edited August 20, 2012 by Esme

[Sunwoo]

Uh, wow.

I didn't think you'd make a story out of the whole thing.

That's pretty neat, to be honest.

I can get inspired by anything.

Fear me.

[Esme]

I can get inspired by anything.

Fear me.

Folgore Green Replacement Boy knows no fear!

[deranger]

Having a story written about oneself is a pleasant and novel experience. I get why you guys stick around.

[Sunwoo]

Having a story written about oneself is a pleasant and novel experience. I get why you guys stick around.

Hahaha You'll be taking over my duties as Folgore Yellow for a while, and now you're in the FR-verse so you'll be sticking around from now one even after I come back!

[ZemZem]

Wow...it was a good read?

[CT075]

power of hacking

what

that's camdar's only competent area

what

no

how

Edited August 23, 2012 by CT075

[Esme]

power of hacking

what

that's camdar's only competent area

what

no

how

They're slowly replacing you, too. D:

[CT075]

noooooooooooooooooooooo

[Sunwoo]

noooooooooooooooooooooo

Calm down, Cam, it might change eventually. Actually, I might give him "power of splicing" or whatever else deranger's main area of expertise is. (I was kind of hurried and just wrote the first thing in my brain, to be honest.) Plus, Camdar is THE master of hacking, no one else can compare. :P

[CT075]

but but but whyyyyyyyyy

you'll never replace meeeeeeee

i'm too incompetent for that

i'll find my way back into everything