[Story]Farewell, Battlefield Heroes (Chapter 13 Preview)

[godzillaboy100]

Prologue: The Key of Destiny

My name is Jake Ryler. I live in the world of Battlefield Heroes. My home is in a small town called Forum. Battlefield Heroes is a great place to live, but there sure have been a lot of Flame Wars, and the Troll population is getting bigger, but it's nothing I can't handle. My mom on the other hand thinks it's dangerous for a kid my age. Pfft! I may be only 10, but I can protect myself! I should probably get on with my story. Here we go...

I woke up one day. My mom called me for breakfast. The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air as I followed the delicious aroma.

"Good morning, dear," my mom said.

"Morning, mom," I replied.

She placed my food at my spot on the table. I quickly rushed on the chair and devoured the food.

"Honey, I really think you need healthier eating habits," my mom said.

"With food like yours," I said while licking the plate, "how could I resist?"

I usually eat fast because the food tastes so good! But today, I was receiving free Battlefunds in the mail. I really wanted an Uber or a Super!

I quickly jumped off the chair and headed outside. My mom would've asked where I was going, but I ran outside so fast, she didn't get the chance.

I waited near the mailbox. The mail always comes around the morning. The mail truck was probably threads away, but I was patient and don't rage easily. When it finally came I snatched the mail from the mailman's hands. He left without a word.

"Lets see. PM, PM, Friend Request, Battlefunds!" I said to myself.

I was about to open it when a small object fell from the mail. Curious, I picked it up. There was a note attached to it.

"Dear Jake Ryler,

You are one of the few chosen to be transported to the wonderful, new area know as "Battlefield Play4Free." We have just started this great land and it is still under construction, but we already have many areas available and have invited you and your family to join in! Just use the Beta Key included to open the gates located to the South.

Sincerely,

The Bureau of Battlefield Play4Free."

"Ha! Nice try, but I'll never leave Battlefield Heroes!" I said.

Like if on cue, a huge eruption of fire emerged in the distance.

"Looks like another Flame War, better get back inside," I said.

I accidentally took the key with me. I left the mail on the table. Big mistake.

"What's this?" asked my mom.

Her eyes widened and a smile grew on her face.

"This is great news! We could leave this place and start anew!" she cheered.

"Mom, you're not really being taken into this, are you?" I asked.

"Listen, Jake. Wouldn't you like to live at a new place? Start a new life and make new friends?" she asked.

How could she say that? I love my life. I have great friends and there's no need to leave. I wanted to say what I really thought, but I didn't want to upset her, so I stood silent.

"Too shocked for words, huh?" she happily said.

Oh, I was shocked, alright. But not the way she thought. This was just the beginning of this terrible time.

Chapter 1: Off-Topic

I sat on the doorsteps outside. I thought of all the things I would leave behind. This is usually the time where I mention a girl I like, but the only girls in my neighborhood was this mean one and a fat one that doesn't know how to shut up. I don't think I should give them further acknowledgments.

One of my friends walked up to me.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I don't even want to say it," I said.

"Come on. You could tell me," he said.

"I'm leaving Battlefield Heroes," I said, "I'm going to Battlefield Play4Free."

Now you might be wondering which friend I'm talking to. I was talking to Steve. Steve lived in the same neighborhood as me, so we talked a lot.

"That's terrible! How could you leave?" he said.

"It's my mom. She saw that stupid Closed Beta Key." I mumbled.

"I threw mine away. As soon as I saw it, I knew I couldn't let my parents know about it," he said.

With nothing left to talk about, Steve left. I can't just leave! I need to do something. Maybe I could run away? No. The Trolls will get me. There's probably a bunch of Spammers who will drag me into a Flame War too.

"Jake, I'm a little worried about you," my mom said as she came outside.

"There's nothing to be worried about," I lied, "*gulp* I'm perfectly fine about leaving my home which I love so much."

"Still, do you want to go somewhere before we leave?" she asked.

That cheered me up a bit. Where could I go though? Not Suggestions, too much politics. The people at General Chat freak me out. Maybe I could go to War Stories. It was the historic district of Battlefield Heroes.

"How about War Stories?" I asked.

"Sorry, dear. That's a little too far. What about Off-Topic?" she said.

Isn't this a little ironic? She worries about the Trolls, yet she suggests to go to Off-Topic. Wait. Did I use "ironic" right? Does it matter? Anyways, Off-Topic is the slums of Battlefield Heroes. You can't take one step without being flamed or trolled. I still didn't want to do anything that might upset her.

"Sure," I nervously said.

Lets fast forward a bit to when I was being taken to Off-Topic.

I looked out the window of the car. The scenery changed rapidly from people having sophisticated conversations, to people raging at each other. We could die at any minute now. One good Flame War and we're toast.

"We're here!" my mom said.

I ignored her. I watched in fear as people couldn't even pronounce simple words like "the" right.

"I said we're here," repeated my mom.

I got out of the car. She quickly escorted me through the illiterates.

"I can haz Battlefunds?" asked a hobo.

"Uhh...no?" I said.

"I wantz ur sul! I wantz it!" he shouted.

"Lets go, Jake," my mom said as she pulled me away.

We stumbled upon a store. There are stores in every city, even in War Stories.

My mom stood there as she eyed a hat. I just facepalmed.

"I-I'll be right back," my mom said as she rushed in the store.

Good grief. Who would spend Battlefunds on a hat? Wait a minute. I checked my pocket. Yes! I brought my free Battlefunds! Maybe I could buy something. This isn't such a terrible place after all. Or so I thought.

"Hey, u, kid. Gve meh ur Battlefunds!" a Troll said.

"No. You don't know what I went through to get these!" I said.

I sure did work hard for them. I had to get up, eat breakfast, and go outside. I'm not giving them to a Troll.

"Gve em! Now! I wil troll u nd make u rage!" he threatened.

"Uhh...Look over there! It's Trolololo Man!" I screamed.

"Where?!" he said as he turned around.

I made a break for it. I ran faster than I thought possible. The Troll eventually find out that I lied. He pursued me in anger. I thought I was fast, but the Troll ran like a Cheetah! Literally! He ran on all fours like some wild animal. Is this really what you become when you're a Troll? Some crazy, flaming, idiot?

"I wil troll u 4 ur insulence!" he yelled.

"What?" I replied.

He lunged in the air and tackled me.

"I trn you 2 Troll!" he yelled.

It was all over. I knew I would be trolled. I would be turned into a Troll.

Chapter 2: A Very Stupid Chapter

I was consumed in fear as the troll started trolling. He started chanting these weird words in Trollinese.

"U ez stewpid nd dumb nd r idit nd lser nd I troll u," chanted the Troll.

Black mist slowly emerged from his mouth. I wasn't sure if it was just his breath or if he was actually trolling me.

"I don't want to be a Troll!" I screamed.

"2 bad! Noteng can sve u!" he replied.

"Hold it right there, Troll!" a voice said.

The Troll turned around with his eyes wide in fear.

"We will ban you!" a man said.

The Troll soon burst into a sick laughter, and for a good reason.

"I tught u wre da mods!" the Troll laughed.

The man was with a group of people. They all had T-shirts that said "Super Talented Undefeatable Patrol In Defending Squad" or S.T.U.P.I.D.S. for short. Making a group name spell out something dumb has to be the most over-used pun in history. Whoever made that up has to be a loser with no IQ at all.

"Feast your eyes, Troll, as we use the Mod Phone!" said the man who seemed to be the leader.

All the members of S.T.U.P.I.D.S. cheered as their leader dialed a number on the Mod Phone.

"Mods! Please come to-"

"We are sorry. The mods are not available right now. Please leave a message after the tone. If you are using a Mod Phone, you can also wait until they pick up with the Infinitive Wait feature."

The Troll payed no attention to me as he watched the S.T.U.P.I.D.S. use the Infinitive Wait feature on the Mod Phone.

"You watch. The mods will be here any second!" the leader said.

...

"Any minute now!" he said.

...

"The banhammer will be your bane, foul beast!" he continued.

...

"Hello?" answered someone on the phone.

"Yes! Mod! We need you at Off-Topic!" the leader said.

"Sorry. We're having our daily taco break. Could you wait a second? Maybe a mod will finish eating tacos sooner than expected," the mod replied.

"Why, of course!" said the leader.

The S.T.U.P.I.D.S. all did stupid poses. The Troll still had his attention on them and not me. I used this to my advantage as I slowly crawled out from under him.

"Troll, your end is coming!" yelled the leader.

"*munch* What was that?" asked the mod.

"Nothing. Please enjoy your tacos," the leader replied.

I ran away from both the Troll, and the S.T.U.P.I.D.S. I was back at the store where my mom was at. She stepped out of the store with about a dozen hats.

"Jake, I'm impressed. You had the patience to stay here and wait for me," my mom said.

"You don't know the half of it," I said.

Should I tell her about the Troll and the S.T.U.P.I.D.S.? She might either become over-protective and try to move us to Battlefield Play4Free sooner, or show bad parenting and try to make things better with something. Maybe that "something" could be a trip to War Stories!

"Mom. I got to be honest. I didn't wait. While you were in there, I was attacked by a Troll," I said.

"Goodness! Did it troll you?" she asked.

"Almost. But the Super Talented Undefeatable Patrol In Defending Squad came and-"

"The S.T.U.P.I.D.S. saved you? Why, you must be alright. They showed their strength and courage by defeating that Troll, didn't they? Well we could just go home now," she said.

Well, I ended up getting nothing from this. At least she wouldn't try to move us to Battlefield Play4Free faster, right?

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Chapter 3: Well, Obviously, We Have A Troll In Forum

I helped my mom carry her stupid looking hats in the car. What happened to just buying one hat? I got in the car, still grasping the Battlefunds that nearly got me trolled.

You guys love long boring trips, right? No? Of course not. That's why we're going to fast forward a bit.

I almost fell asleep until the flashing lights woke me up. It was the light of the sirens on the cars of the mods. (About time!) Wait, what were they doing in Forum?

"Jake, I think you should stay in the car," my mom said.

I could tell she was worried, but no way am I missing out on a crime scene!

"No way, mom! I could handle it! Honest!" I said.

"Fine, dear. Just don't mess with the evidence or anything, okay?" she said.

I jumped out of the car. People were being taking away in ambulances. They were trolled.

"GAAH! I EZ MKE U RAGE!" screamed a trolled woman.

I was terrified by the amount of trolled people. I walked with my mom closer to the scene.

"What's going on?" I asked a man.

"Well, obviously, we have a Troll in Forum," he said.

"That's awful!" my mom said.

"He's climbing in your windows, he's snatching your people up!" exclaimed a woman.

"He trying to troll them! So you all need to hide your kids and your wife!" the man said.

"And hide your husband because he's trolling everybody out here!" said the woman.

I felt very uneasy to how easily this can be remixed into a song.

"He's doesn't have to come and confess! We're looking for him!" announced a mod.

"We're gonna find him!" exclaimed another mod.

"Look! He left his T-shirt! He left his fingerprints and all!" said the first mod.

"He is so dumb," said the other mod.

"No. He is REALLY dumb," said the first mod.

"For real!" said the other mod before high-fiving the first mod.

Everyone left, leaving the crime scene to stay there.

"Mom, what the heck just happened?" I asked.

"I don't know, dear, I don't know," she said.

We walked back to our house. My mom used all the locks on the door.

"Mom? Do you think that there really is a Troll here?" I asked.

"I don't know, Jake. It would be best to just go to sleep, okay?" she said.

"Okay," I replied.

I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and fell on the bed. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. What if the Troll came in my sleep? What if he trolled me? Despite all these things rushing through my head, I was very tired. I soon felt myself getting sleepier and sleepier, until I fell asleep.

"No...Troll...Please...Gurrk."

The silent and deadly monster was creeping outside my house. It climbed the walls until it came to my window. It slowly opened it to avoid waking me up.

"Yussssssss. Dis iz da kid hoo gut mah brotor caut bie da mods," it said.

The creature slowly chanted it's evil words.

"Hurrr...What?" I said as I woke up.

I flicked the light switch conveniently located near my bed. My hands were clenched in fear. A Troll was attempting to troll me! This had to be my most embarrassing moment.

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed in a very girly voice.

I kicked the Troll off of me and ran out of my room.

"U wil pae 4 wut u dun wit mah brotor!" it yelled.

Like every Troll, its words were impossible to comprehend. I kept running until I reached the door. I opened it and was stricken with fear. My mom stood in front of me, and she was a Troll! There was millions of them! I backed up, but I bumped into the Troll that was chasing me.

"Prupre 2 b trolled, nub!" a Troll screamed.

They all surrounded me and attacked. They all chanted the same evil words.

"MOMMY! Oh, wait," I said as I remembered my mom was a Troll.

The darkness surrounded me until I couldn't see. I was doomed.

Chapter 4: Spammers

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled.

I looked around. No Troll Army. No Troll transformation. I was in my room, sitting on my bed.

"Jake! Wat's wrong!?" my mom asked as she ran in the room.

"I had a nightmare. The Trolls..." I said as I shivered.

She hugged me to settle me down.

"The Trolls won't get you," she said.

"No, mom! What if they do? What if the Troll who attacked me is somehow trying to get revenge?" I said.

"Trolls aren't smart enough, dear," she said.

The sunlight poured through the window.

"Well, look at the time! I've got some packing to do if we plan on getting to Play4Free soon!" she exclaimed.

"What!?! You don't really mean it, do you?!?" I said while panicking.

"These Trolls are getting in your head way too much. It would be safer over there," she explained.

I felt like slamming my head into the wall. I felt like slapping myself to make sure I wasn't still having a nightmare. It was all too real though.

"Why don't you go into the local city?" she asked.

"General Chat?" I questioned.

"Yes. With your free Battlefunds, you could buy something nice as a souvenir," she said.

General Chat wasn't a bad place, but the Spammer population isn't exactly controlled. Still, I could use the trip to clear my mind.

My mom started packing just as I started walking out the door. It wasn't long until I bumped into Steve.

"Hey, Jake. What's up?" he asked cheerfully.

"Nothing. I'm just headed to General Chat," I answered.

"General Chat? That's so weird! I was just heading there right now!" he exclaimed.

"Okay?" I said.

"Why don't I come with you! We could have fun at General Chat!" he said.

"What fun?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.

"What could we possibly do over there?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.

"Why do you want to come with me?" I asked.

"I don't know," he repeated.

"Why are you going to General Chat?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said again.

"Don't you think Spammers will get us?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.

"We have awesome conversations! Lets go!" I said.

"Okay," he said.

We quickly made our way to General Chat. We talked on the way there to prevent boredom. It wasn't too long, considering it was the closest city to Forum.

"Here we are," Steve announced.

"General Chat. What do we do first?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied.

"Will you stop that!" I demanded.

"What about the mall?" he suggested.

"Whatever," I replied.

The mall had to be the worst part of the city. It was filthy and full of spam. The clothes were terrible, and the widgets were over-priced. I find all of this out by looking outside.

"Stop complaining! We haven't even been inside yet!" Steve interrupted.

What? Aren't I thinking this to myself? How could Steve-

"The words are right above my dialogue!" he said.

Steve! You're breaking the wall between this being real to it being a story made by some noob!

"Fine. Just talk instead of thinking, okay?" he said.

Alright. I mean-

"Alright," I said.

We entered the mall. It was an awful place filled to the top with spam. I couldn't tell if someone was talking to us, or just spamming! Spammers crept throughout the mall to find their next victims.

"I don't know about this," I said.

"Stop worrying! We'll be fine!" he said, "Lets go to the weapon shop."

This had to be the only place not filled with spam. I awed the Ubers and Supers. Of course, we can't actually use them outside of sporting limits, but this is still awesome!

"Hey, Jake. Look at this price tag," Steve said while showing me the tag.

"10,000 Battlefunds! They got to be out of their minds!" I yelled.

All of a sudden the spam outside dropped. Everyone in the mall stared at us.

"They have started the perfect Spam Fest!" hissed a Spammer.

"They shall enter a Flame War!" shrieked another with glee.

They all said words at the same time and I couldn't understand a word! They wanted us to reply so we would be in a Flame War, but I tried to resist.

"Jake! We can't respond to their constant spamming! It'll start a Flame War!" Steve warned.

The Spammers walked closer. With each step, their terribly spoken words grew louder.

"These two are resisting! We must act now!" screeched a Spammer.

"Fire da lazor!" ordered another Spammer.

A Spammer pulled a big cannon with a poorly drawn face.

"Activate it!" demanded the same Spammer.

The Spammer pulled a lever.

"Ima firin mah lazor!"

"Jake! They're going to knock us out! Prepare for impact!" Steve said.

I wanted to run, but the spam kept both of us from moving.

"PWUAHHH!"

A giant laser shot from the cannon and headed straight for us!

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" I screamed.

*BOOM*

Chapter 5: The Un-Elite 1337

I woke up dazed and confused. I was in a cage. I looked next to me to see my friend, Steve, in another cage.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We're going to be flamed by the Spammers," said Steve.

"No! I'm too young to be flamed!" I shrieked.

"Be quiet, noob!" yelled a Spammer carrying our cages.

"Don't panic, Jake. We have to get out of here!" Steve said.

"How?" I replied.

"I don't know," Steve said.

I looked at some writing on the cage. It was written in Spammer language. The words read, "T0 b3 us3d f0r th3 fl4m3 c3r3m0ny."

"What are you reading?" asked Steve.

"I have no idea. I can't read 1337," I said.

"Shush!" said the Spammer.

I watched our surroundings. We were in a cave lit by torches. We approached a giant altar. The Spammer carried us to another Spammer.

"Are these specimens flame-worthy?" asked the Spammer.

"Very. They will flame very well," the Spammer carrying us said.

"I don't like the way he said that," said Steve.

"I don't like the way they say anything," I said.

"SHUT UP! YOU'LL RUIN THE CEREMONY!" screeched the Spammer.

"Start the Flames of Spam!" ordered a Spammer.

A huge group of Spammers gathered around the center of the altar. They all spoke hateful words. Eventually, a huge flame emerged from the center of the altar.

"Start the drop!" ordered the Spammer.

Our cages were attached to a crane. We were lifted over the flames.

"Flames. Why flames? Out of all the things Spammers and Trolls can use, why flames?" I said.

"I don't know," said Steve.

We began to be lowered towards the flames. Words filled my head.

"Lower them more!" demanded the Spammer.

We were lowered closer to the flames. The voices grew louder and more were added. I wanted to say something back, but it would flames us both. I hope Steve has as much will as me.

"I-I-I...have...to...talk...back!" uttered Steve.

"D-Don't. We..can handle...this!" I gasped.

"Flame! Flame! Flame!" chanted the Spammers.

I couldn't handle it. The voices were too powerful.

"Their spirits are breaking. Keep it up!" said the Spammer.

"Hold it right there, Spammers!" yelled a familiar voice.

"Oh please, no!" I said.

A wall exploded revealing a group of people in very stupid poses with "Super Talented Undefeated Patrol In Defending Squad. or S.T.U.P.I.D.S. for short.

"We our your bane! We will shine and destroy your darkness! We! Will! Defeat! You!" said the leader.

Well, at least they have a motto. Or something.

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Chapter 6: An Even More Stupid Chapter

The crane lifted us higher, away from the flames.

"We have to restart the ceremony because of these jerks!" yelled a Spammer.

"Who are those people?" asked Steve.

"The S.T.U.P.I.D.S. The most idiotic people you'll ever meet," I said.

"Now, Spammers! Release those children before I call the mods!" ordered the S.T.U.P.I.D. leader.

"No!" replied a Spammer.

"You don't want me to call them!" he said.

"Do it," said a Spammer.

"Oh, we will!" he said.

"Go ahead then!" said another Spammer.

"Fine!" he said.

"See what I mean?" I told Steve.

The S.T.U.P.I.D.S. and the Spammers continued their endless squabble.

"Steve. Lets disconnect this crane," I said.

"What? Are you crazy?!" Steve said.

"It's the only way! It may hurt, but we'll escape!" I exclaimed.

"Okay. Are we're going to do it right now?" Steve asked.

"No. Just wait." I said.

"I've had enough! I'm calling the mods!" said the leader.

He grabbed the Mod Phone and dialed in a number. The S.T.U.P.I.D.S. did an even more stupid pose than last time.

"Mods! We have found a Spammer base! Come immediately!" said the leader.

"Aww...It's Burrito Saturday. Can't you wait until we at least run out of salsa?" the mod asked.

"Go ahead. Enjoy the burritos. They shall give you your power to defeat the Spammers!" said the leader.

The Spammers payed full attention to the S.T.U.P.I.D.S.

"Spammers! The burritos of justice will destroy you!" he said.

Most of the Spammers burst into laughter at the idiocy that was, S.T.U.P.I.D.S.

"Now!" I said.

Me and Steve disconnected the cages. Our cages started falling as the ground grew closer. We were afraid, but we couldn't scream, the Spammers would hear it.

*THUD*

"Ugh...That hurt," I moaned.

Steve got up and motioned me to the cave's entrance. We ran until we were outside of the cave. We were back in the mall. I look behind us. There was a sign above the entrance. It read, "Spammerville." They weren't exactly trying to be discrete.

"Lets get out of here!" Steve said.

We ran outside the mall and crashed into someone.

"Well. It seems like we saved the day!" said the S.T.U.P.I.D. leader.

All the members stood in pride.

"Y-You!? We escaped ourselves!" I said.

He put his hand on my shoulder.

"No need to thank us. It's just what we do," he said.

Before leaving, they all did stereotypical, heroic poses. How many times do they have to do that?

"At least they're gone now," Steve said.

"I really can't stand those bozos," I replied.

"Should we leave?" Steve said.

"Why would you even ask?" I said.

We left General Chat. I wasn't going back there anytime soon.

Chapter 7: Now, It's Personal (Message)

"What are we going to do next?" asked Steve.

"Next? I thought we should just go home," I said.

"I guess so. Just a little boring to go home and do nothing," Steve replied.

"You want to get trapped by Spammers again or what?" I asked.

"No, no. Nothing like that. Just...something," Steve said.

"Hmm. I still have my Battlefunds. These things have sure caused me a heap of trouble," I remarked.

"Maybe you should've just spent them already," Steve said.

We decided to walk back to Forum. We didn't want to get cornered by Spammers or Trolls. When we were almost there, a giant, black cloud of smoke flew overhead. It came from...Forum!

"What's going on!?" asked Steve.

"Lets go check it out!" I exclaimed.

We ran back to our hometown. I was shocked at the scene. Houses were destroyed. Cars were tipped over. And worst of all, taggings on the wall reading, "Troll" was written everywhere.

"Mom!" I screamed.

I ran to my house, now destroyed, and left Steve behind. There was a note in the rubble. Steve walked up to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I was too mad to answer. Instead, I showed him the letter.

"We hve takn ur mum nd wil troll hur unlus u sacrefese ursef."

Steve glanced back at me. I was mad. I knew it was the Trolls who took my mom. I have to save her. I couldn't let her be trolled.

"Jake. What are you thinking of doing?" Steve asked.

"I'm going to save my mom," I said.

"You can't go by yourself. This is obviously a trap!" he said.

"I can't let my mom be trolled!" I replied.

"But you can't just go like an idiot and get both of you trolled," he said.

I pondered a bit.

"You're right, Steve," I said.

"I'll come with you. There's more power in numbers," he offered.

"What power do we have?" I asked.

"Smarts," he said.

"I'll have to think about that," I said.

I noticed that the back of the note was written on.

"War Stories." it read.

"I think this is our first clue," I said.

"War Stories it is," Steve said.

"It's pretty far though," I remarked.

"No sweat. I got power scooters," Steve said.

"Why didn't you use them when we went to General Chat?" I asked.

"Because I'm too lazy," he said.

"You're too lazy to get scooters, but you'll walk a mile?" I said.

"Look, do you want the scooters or not?" he said.

I just ignored Steve's logic and followed him to his house. He opened the door and it fell flat on the floor.

"Mom! Dad! I'm taking the scooters!" he yelled.

His mom and dad were hiding under a table. They didn't even answer him. They must have seen a terrible sight.

"Alrighty, then," he said.

He led me to a garage. He pressed the button and two scooters were parked inside. He tossed me a helmet.

"Always have protection gear," he commented.

"Yeah. Especially when you're about to go face some Trolls," I sarcastically answered.

We powered up the scooters and set off.

"War Stories...Something doesn't seem right," Steve said.

"We already know it's a trap, what else might happen?" I asked.

"Well, what kind of trap? Could we be trolled? Flamed? Spammed? And why War Stories of all places?" Steve questioned.

Maybe something else is up. But what?

"Almost time to review your history," I said.

"Always was my least favorite subject," Steve said.

The wheels slightly skidded as we came to a stop. I looked at the once magnificent place. It was in ruins. Great structures were now useless pieces of cement and metal.

"Looks like the Trolls really had a go at this place," Steve said.

"If they're capable of this, what could they do to my mom?" I asked.

"Lets just hurry and rescue her already," Steve said.

We walked through the toppled buildings and monuments. Signs of the Trolls evil lurked every corner. We approached a cave.

"This has to be where the Trolls are hiding," I said.

"No time to waste then. I want to get home un-trolled, if that's okay with you," Steve said.

"We'll be fine. They can't do anything to us," I said.

We entered the cave. It was dark and scary. The air was humid. We reached a large clearing in the cave. Trolls were everywhere. They kept prisoners that would be used for future trolling.

"Jake! I knew you would come!" a Troll atop a throne said.

"Where is my mom!?" I said.

"She is safe, for now. I've always wanted to get revenge on you!" he said.

"What did I even do to you?" I asked.

"Do you not recognize me!?! You are the one who got me banned!" he yelled.

"You're the same Troll from Off-Topic!" I said.

"Yes. After you somehow escaped, the mods actually came with their faces full of tacos. They banned me. The gruesome things I was put through for that seemingly infinite amount of time," he said.

"It was only a few hours. Isn't that a little melodramatic?" I said.

"Isn't your face a little melodra-ugly?" he replied.

"Nevermind. Give me my mom!" I demanded.

"No! You and your friend fell right into my clever trap that was very unpredictable!" he screeched.

The Troll burst into a sick laugh.

"Bring in the Lag Ray!" he ordered.

Chapter 8: Battlefield Ruins

Trolls pulled levers and a giant mechanism lowered down from the ceiling.

"Fire the Lag Ray!" ordered the Troll.

The other Trolls flicked switches and the Lag Ray began to glow.

"What in the world?" Steve said.

The Lag Ray shot a powerful stream of energy at us. It's effects soon began as we were hit.

"St.v.! W.at'. go..g o.?" I asked.

"I d.n'. kn..! W. se.m t. .e s.o..ng do.n!" he replied back.

Our movements were laggy. I would swing my arm to the left and it would take three seconds for it to actually happen.

"Sur, there lag levls r xtemlie hie. Shul weh use teh secndarie fiyah?" asked a Troll.

"Yes. Disconnect them now!" the Troll yelled.

The Trolls pulled more levers. The beam turned red and grew more intense. A giant a ball of energy traveled through the stream, closing in on us.

"Wh.. a.e w. g.in. t. .o?" I asked.

"H.p. th.t w. d.e qu.c..y," Steve said.

The energy ball crashed right into us. My vision was blurred. Words flew across my sight, but one phrase stood out.

"There is a problem with your connection."

A huge flash blinded me.

"H.l. on, b.dd.!" Steve yelled.

My eyes opened. The clear sky looked back at me.

"Ugh. My aching head. What happened?" I ask.

Steve woke up too.

"I don't know. Where are we anyways?" Steve asked.

I looked around. We were in a wasteland. Building were toppled and chunks of wall were missing. It seemed to be deserted.

"What happened here?" Steve asked.

"I think we should stop playing twenty questions and investigate," I remarked.

We stood up and walked toward the destroyed building. A worn out sign barely read, "Factions."

"Factions? Steve questioned.

"I think I know where we're at," I said.

"Well, don't keep it a secret," Steve said.

"Okay. Long ago-"

"Let me cut you off there. Never, and I mean, never, use those stupid Disney beginning story thingies. They are so lame and make everyone think you're some old grandpa," Steve said.

"Alright, alright. Geez! Factions is part of the sacred land. It was destroyed by an unknown cause. People left this place as it no longer could had any life opportunities. The new land was built a.k.a. our home," I explained.

"Wow. That is so stupid," Steve said.

"Well if you don't like it, you shouldn't have asked, spaz," I said.

We explored the city. Many brilliant structures were present, but unfortunately they were all damaged. Steve searched through the rubble for some clues while I searched the district.

"Anything yet?" asked Steve.

"Nah. I'll tell you when I find something," I said.

I walked forward. I kept walking until I fell. I fell for a second or two. I looked up and noticed I fell through an open sewage hole. I couldn't find a ladder to get back up though.

"Steve? Steve? I fell through a hole and can't get out!" I called.

I heard Steve rush over. I thought everything would be alright until...just keep reading.

"Jake. I'm here-WHOA!" Steve yelled as he fell through the same hole.

He fell on the sewer floor with a thud. I looked at him in great disappointment.

"Hehe. Might as well search around here?" Steve said with a fake smile.

"What other choice do we have?" I asked.

"Rot here forever," Steve joked.

I helped him up and we looked around the sewer. It was so dark, we could barely see anything.

"Hey. You still have that flashlight from the scouts?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! I carry that with me everywhere!" Steve exclaimed.

He pulled out a flashlight with the Battlefield Heroes Scouts sign on it.

"I thought I would never get a chance to use this," Steve said.

He pressed the button and...nothing.

"Looks like you still won't," I sarcastically said.

"I don't know what went wrong," he said as he opened the flashlight.

"Maybe it's broken," I suggested.

"No, that's not it. Oh! Of course! I forgot the batteries!" he admitted.

"Steve, you really need to pull your own weight," I said.

Steve laughed at his mistake and we searched some more. I noticed a source of light coming from around a corner.

"Steve, maybe we should go in that direction," I said.

"No way! This is the part of the story where the protagonists find what seems to be a safe thing and then BAM! Monsters everywhere and they get killed. How much do you want to bet we'll get devoured if we go through there?" he rambled.

"*sigh* Do what you want, but I'm going that way," I said.

Steve stood with his arms crossed. I walked away. I heard footsteps and turned to see him running towards me.

"I'll come with. We're going to die though," he remarked.

Further inspection led the light source to be coming from a large, golden door.

"You were saying?" I said.

"Just open it. I dare you!" he said.

I pushed the door open. It opened without any trouble. A giant chamber stood before us.

"Master! Trespassers approach us!" a strange man in a robe said.

Men and women in ancient clothing all stared at us.

"What did I tell you? You owe me for this!" Steve said.

"Stop being an idiot! Lets see how this plays out," I told him.

A man wearing the same robe as the others, but red, walked towards us.

"Who dares to trespass onto the Holy Land?" he asked.

"Uhhh...Jake?" I said weakly.

His eyes grew wide open, but quickly returned to normal.

"Who is your companion?" he asked.

"S-Steve," Steve said.

"Is it true?" the man said to himself.

He turned to the others.

"My people! The legendary prophecy has begun! Begin preparations!" he announced.

Me and Steve glanced at each other.

"You two are very special children," the man said.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is this legendary prophecy that you told the others?" I asked.

"Follow me," he said.

Me and Steve followed him across the chamber.

"We're going to be sacrificed! I know it! Our souls are probably tied to their god and it will need our souls to reach its Destructor Form!" he said.

"You got the Destructor Form from Ghostbusters!" I retorted.

"Hey! Don't you dare diss those guys!" Steve said.

The man opened a door and motioned us to enter it. We went in and saw a mural.

"Long ago...well, not so long ago. Probably a few months. Whatever! The ancients built this land. It was said that a Troll would rise in power, and command the other Trolls to take over the Battlefield," he said.

"Would that Troll happen to be-"

"DON'T INTERRUPT ME, NOOB!" he yelled.

I stood silent, so did Steve.

"Now, where was I? So, that Troll destroyed this land. You may have seen the destruction on the surface. He caused it. He commanded the Trolls and they dominated us. The survivors rebuilt their homes elsewhere. He, however, wanted to take control of that. It is told, that a young boy, and his friend, will face the Troll, and defeat him," he said.

He remained silent for a minute or so.

"So are we the-"

"WHAT PART OF DON'T INTERRUPT ME DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!?!?!?" he yelled.

I just decided to stop talking.

"The two heroes...well, one of them is just the comical relief...the hero's name is Jake Ryler, the other guy...I think Stanley?" he said.

"It's Steve!" Steve exclaimed.

"Oh, okay. So the two will overthrow the Troll, blah blah blah. There is another part of the legendary prophecy, but it is elsewhere," he said.

Steve and I both knew that we were stuck in this, whether we like it or not.

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Chapter 9: The Bigger They Are...

"What part is missing?" I asked.

"Nothing important. If it was lost, it obviously wasn't," the man said.

I pondered on the reality of his statement. We were led out of the room. He brought us to an enormous, silver gate.

"This is a Search Portal," the man announced.

"What does it do?" Steve asked.

"It uses the Search technology to instantly transport you to a location. Not many are in use though, since hardly anyone uses the Search technology," he explained.

"And why is that a problem?" I asked.

"Well, barely anyone has a working Search Portal. We have confirmation that there is one in the New Land. That will be your way home. But we have no idea were it is," he said.

"That shouldn't be a problem. As long as we stop that Troll!" I said.

"You are a courageous boy. But I must ask; Does the Troll use Trollinese?" he asked with a worried look.

"You know what, he's been talking normally," I replied.

"Oh, dear. We must get you back, fast!" he told us.

He raised his hand at the rest of the cult. They all quickly started the Search Portal. It illuminated with a magnificent light.

"Lets go, Jake," Steve said.

He was the first one the enter the portal. I followed him. The portal engulfed me. Right before my eyes, everything changed. I was somewhere else.

"Where are we?" Steve asked.

We were in a basement of a house. We walked up the stairs and pushed rubble out of the way to get to the surface. I found a broken sign and raised it for us to see.

"We're in...Forum!" I exclaimed.

"How? This place is destroyed way beyond what was left before." Steve said.

"The Troll has probably gained followers. And with everyone missing, I think he has some devious plan to troll them!" I said.

"We have to do something!" Steve replied.

"I know! Where did you leave the scooters!?" I asked.

"At War Stories, But there's an extra pair by my house," he said as he pointed to the scooters.

We inspected them. Bruised and dented, but still in working condition. I got on a scooter and Steve got on another.

"To War Stories! It's about time we end this!" I said with great epicness.

We rode off to the streets. I rode my scooter with full throttle. Me and Steve would save everyone from that Troll.

"Uhh...Jake? I've been wondering. Why do you think that man was worried about the Troll not speaking Trollinese?" Steve asked.

"I don't know. Shouldn't be too bad, right? So what if a Troll can speak normally?" I replied.

"I don't know, man. I don't know. Seems a little fishy if you ask me," he said.

We reached War Stories. It was more destroyed than ever. We rode to the cave entrance. It was covered up. No way in, and no way out.

"The Troll must have left, but to where?" Steve asked.

I looked up and saw some skyscrapers, only they weren't from War Stories, and where covered in pictures of Trolls.

"Look! They must be at Role-Playing!" I said.

"We haven't a moment to lose!" he said.

We arrived in Role-Playing in a short amount of time. It was right next to War Stories. The cities were joined together ever since the earthquake that happened years ago.

Upon our arrival, we saw many people flailing there arms everywhere.

"Woosh! Pow! I'm a soldier fighting space aliens!" screamed a sad, sad man.

"Oh yeah? I'm the ultimate fighter guy!" yelled some dirty weirdo.

"What is wrong with these people?" Steve whispered.

"I don't know, but I don't want to stick around to find out," I replied.

We quickly made our way throughout the city. Tons of people were acting like something they were not. How this city is not a pile of heap, I'll never know. Although, it made me think; Why haven't the Trolls trolled these people yet? Maybe the leader of the Trolls has some-

Pfffff!

The scooters' brakes screeched as we halted to a slow stop.

"Oh, what now?" Steve asked.

I inspected my scooter. The batteries died.

"Did you think about charging the batteries before we set out on this adventure?" I questioned.

"I guess not," Steve replied as he shrugged.

Great. The Trolls are probably making some deranged plan work in some dark cave in this forsaken city, and our transport just gave out. What could possibly happen next?

...

Nothing.

We marched through the crowd of idiots and made our way through the city. The Trolls were obviously here, but where?

"Lets ask someone," Steve insisted.

"Ask who? These people have lost their minds!" I said.

"Well, that doesn't mean they don't know anything," he replied.

"*sigh* Fine," I said, "Excuse me! Have you seen any-"

"Halt, civilian! I am a Rank 8 Vectan soldier here to invade the last planet not in our empire's control!" he announced.

"Yeah, that's nice. Have you seen any Trolls?" I asked.

"You are not authorized to access the memory banks! Only Rank Sigma Officers of Sektoon are allowed to access the designated zone!" he said.

"What?" Steve asked.

We weren't going to get anything out of this loser. Not if we keep going with this approach.

"A-hem! Do you not recognize Rank Sigma Officer Ryler?" I asked.

"W-What!?" he said.

"Yes! I am a Rank Sigma Officer and I demand that I get access to the memory banks! We are in a dire situation in taking over Koostlen and we must find out this information!" I yelled.

"Y-Yes, sir! We spotted some Trolls headed South, into the closed off parts of the city!" explained the Role-Player.

Me and Steve booked it and left. I don't know what the heck just happened.

"How did you trick that guy into telling you where the Trolls are?" Steve asked.

"I really don't know. I just went along with the stupidness spilling from his mouth," I said.

We went South like the man had said. He was right. It was closed off. Poorly. There was a strip of yellow tape with the words, "Go away." spammed all over it. We simply pulled the tape up and crouched under it. Like all Trolls, the headquarters was in a cave. At least, I think it was the headquarters.

"We're going in!" I said to Steve.

"The cave? Why there?" Steve asked.

"Because the Trolls are in there," I replied.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"What Troll do you know does not live in a cave or their mother's basement or attic?" I said.

"Good point," he replied.

We stepped into the cavern. I could already smell the scent of Troll. It smelled bad. Really bad. The cave's path was straightforward. We just walked about 100 steps until finding the main chamber.

"Here we are, Jake. Don't be too loud. We don't want to be caught," Steve said in a low voice.

I just nodded. If we went head-on with the Trolls, we would be quickly taken out. Steve and I walked forward. The ground wasn't exactly flat. Rocks jutted out of the ground. I made sure I didn't trip on one of them. Unfortunately, Steve didn't.

"Owww!!!!" he yelled as he rubbed his knee.

The Trolls all turned to us. We're doomed.

"Muahahahahaha!" laughed an all too familiar voice.

The leader of the Trolls emerged from his followers.

"You've activated my genius alarm system. I had those rocks placed to fool fools like you!" he said with evil.

"I didn't trigger your 'trap,' Steve did," I said as I pointed to the moron on the floor.

"Doesn't matter! With you out of the way, I'll commence my brilliant plan!" he yelled.

"Okay. Before we're trolled or killed, would you mind telling us what the plan is?" I asked.

"Yeah, what's your plan?" Steve said.

"I wouldn't usually share my plans with my nemesis," he said.

Wow. I'm his nemesis? A 10-year old boy who has survived on pure luck.

"I'm feeling extra evil today, so I'll reveal them! You've noticed how I have expertly learned your language? I will use this to blend in with the crowds at other Battlefields to gain their trust, and turn them into Trolls! Hahahaha!" he explained.

"That sucks," Steve commented.

"What! Gaaaaaaaah! U wil paye fur tat!" he screamed.

All the other Trolls gasped in shock.

"No. No! Meh supah skilz in lurning teh stewped langwage is ruened!" he complained.

"Good going, Steve," I said.

"Was nothing," Steve said as he got back up.

The Troll leader was in a rampage. He flamed his own minions and destroyed his own equipment.

"Tis isen't ovah! Prupair to bee oblitteraited!" he said.

He pulled out a button from his pocket. He proceeded to press it. The cave began to shake. Mechanical parts flew around the air until they conjoined around the leader of the Trolls. It formed into a giant mech.

"Oh, crud," I commented.

Chapter 10: The Farewell

The Troll mech stood before us. It kept growing in size.

"Ha! Sai hulloe 2 Destruction Mech Mark-7!" the Troll leader announced.

We're dead. We are definitely dead. Nothing in the world can save us now. The mech was still fusing itself with metallic parts.

"Wuatch! As mie miete meck destrois evryteng!" he yelled.

"This isn't good. We have to do something," I said.

"Yeah, run!" Steve screamed.

I grabbed his shirt collar before he left the cave. He frantically ran, but went nowhere.

"Sur!" said a Troll.

"Wut!? Wut es it nao!?" the Troll leader answered.

"Weeve bin thenking abut teh seyez uff teh meck nd teh seyez uff teh cave," the Troll called back.

"Nd!" the leader yelled.

"Teh cave's 2 smull," he replied.

"Wut?!" the leader asked.

The Troll was right. The mech was growing too big for the cave. It soon crashed into the ceiling and shook everything inside.

"Isn't that convenient?" I said.

"Sure enough," Steve replied.

Rubble was falling from the ceiling. Trolls soon ran in all directions to avoid being squashed. The Troll leader was very mad and yelled to the top of his lungs.

"U stewpid mucheen! U ruened evryteng!" he complained.

The cave's ceiling was about to give out. People were still trapped in cages. Even with our combined speed, Steve and I wouldn't be able to carry everyone.

"Steve! What are we going to do!?" I asked.

"There's nothing we can do!" Steve said back.

"But there's something we can do!" called a voice.

"For the first time in my life, I'm happy this is happening," I said to myself.

Like always, the S.T.U.P.I.D.S. came in just as soon as things were going horribly wrong. But, this time, they came with mods.

"Wow, that's a lot of mods," Steve commented.

"What do you expect? Everyone is becoming a mod now," I said.

Without asking about the situation, the S.T.U.P.I.D.S. and the mods got to work. They ran past the panicking Trolls and freed people from their cages. Steve and I jumped in too. I rapidly searched for my mom. I found here between some other cages.

"Jake? What on Earth are you doing here?" she asked.

"Eh. Long story. Lets just get out of here!" I exclaimed.

We soon freed everyone and ran for the exit. I didn't even have to run anymore. The crowd of people and Trolls swept me from my feet. I looked back. There, the leader of the Trolls stood on a raised piece of flat rock cursing his failure. He didn't even notice what was going on around him. He also didn't notice the cave collapsing on him. The last thing I heard was him cursing my name. It was inaudible, of course, but I had a hunch.

The bright sunlight ran against my face as we made it to the exit. I gave a sigh of relief. The mods quickly left, going back to their Mexican cuisines. The S.T.U.P.I.D.S. were left in charge of the crowd. All the Trolls flocked in a separate group and apologized for their actions and promised to stop trolling. I didn't believe a word they said, but the S.T.U.P.I.D.S. let them go.

"Jake! It's a miracle!" I heard Steve say.

"I know. I'm glad that it's finally over," I said as I turned to him.

I found my mom. She hugged me and escorted me, along with Steve, out of the city. It was going to be a long walk back, but, it would be a peaceful and uneventful one.

I woke up an looked outside my window. It was a beautiful, cloudless day. I was happy that everything was back to normal. Sort of. The houses in Forum were still wrecked, but the past night was spent rebuilding most of it as possible. The first floor of my house was rebuilt.

"Dear, I know you just woke up, but would you please assist me?" my mom asked.

"Uhh...Sure. What do you need help with?" I said.

"These boxes! They're really heavy, and I would appreciate it if you helped me with some of them," she replied.

"Okay." I said as I got up from the couch that I used as a bed.

I grabbed a box. I was instructed to carry it outside. I strolled happily outside the door. I wasn't so happy when I saw what was outside. A moving truck. I nearly dropped the box.

"Honey, what's wrong? Just place the box in the back of the truck," my mom said.

I couldn't be silent anymore. I had to tell her what I thought.

"Mom. How could you? How could you take me away from my home?" I asked.

"*sigh* Listen ,dear," she said as she placed her hand on my shoulder, "Battlefield Heroes is just too dangerous for a boy your age."

"Too dangerous? I stopped a Troll revolution almost completely by myself! Is there anything more dangerous than that?" I protested.

"It was all pure luck. Who says you can do that again with the same outcome? I don't want any harm to befall you. It's for the best, dear," she said.

I felt like crying. I was able to hold myself in though.

"I know you don't like this change, but it's going to happen. I'll move the boxes by myself so you could say your good-byes, okay?" she said.

I walked away. I had no idea what I could do. My time here was up. There was nothing I could do to change her mind. I walked over to the curb and sat down. Steve left his half-destroyed house and sat next to me.

"So. Big day. Your mom really is convinced that this is the best for you," Steve said.

"I don't want to think about it. I've spent all my life here. My best memories are here. Now, I'm leaving them to rot," I said sadly.

"Hey, cheer up! I heard Battlefield Play4Free isn't that bad. They have a sport similar to the one here and Battlefunds work their too! Maybe you could find something over there?" Steve said.

He was trying to comfort me, but it didn't work. No matter what, I was leaving my beloved home. It seemed like a life time watching my mom carry boxes. I wish it was. But then the last box came.

"Jake! It's time to go!" she called.

"Well, good-bye Steve," I said.

"Good-bye Jake. I hope you're happy at Battlefield Play4Free," he replied.

I walked to my mom with slow steps.

"Okay, dear. The car needs some repair. The gate is only a walking distance away though," she explained.

"Okay," I said without much effort.

She led the way. We walked a few blocks until we arrived at the gate. It was huge. It seemed to be made of gold. I read a sign. "Now leaving Battlefield Heroes. Welcome to Battlefield Play4Free." I didn't want to be welcomed.

"Now for the key," my mom said the herself.

She pulled out the Closed Beta Key from her purse. The key that came in the mail that brought this inevitable tragedy.

I turned towards Battlefield Heroes. The scenery that was my home now seemed bland and depressing.

My mom inserted the key into the gate.

"Farewell, Battlefield Heroes," I called out.

Chapter 11: Trollface

It was as if time itself slowed down. The chirping birds seem to have froze at that very moment. The soft click of a lock opening ringed in my ears. That's when everything changed. A huge mushroom-shaped explosion set off far away, but it sent shock waves that reached across the land. One of the shock waves struck me and my mom. The key flew helplessly in the air and crashed on to the floor.

"W-What's going on?" I coughed out as I slowly lifted myself from the ground.

My answer was soon answered by a sinister presence. Floating in the air, cloaked in a magnificent glow was the Troll leader.

"No. How?" I gasped.

"Haha! What? You thought I would be disposed of that easily?" he questioned.

"You were crushed in the cave," I muttered.

"Haven't you noticed anything different?" he scolded.

I did notice something. Resting on his face was a disfigured, white mask with an evil grin.

"What in the world is that thing?" I asked in fear.

"I'm glad you asked! It's the one thing all Trolls worship. It is the most powerful thing in the Battlefields! It is the Trollface!" he explained.

The eerie eyes of the mask stared deep into my soul, knowing I was powerless compared to it.

"What are you going to do? Try to take over the Battlefields by knowing a literate language again?" I asked.

"No! Your idiotic friend was right. It was a stupid idea. This mask, however, has given me great knowledge. The only reason I am speaking in this revolting language, is because the mask has seen Trollinese as a defect in Trolls," he said.

Well, I guess the mask isn't all bad.

"My plans, dear boy, have far surpassed any idea my old mind thought of before I received the Trollface. My plan will utilize the ultimate power of this ancient artifact," he gloated.

"And what plan shall that be?" I asked.

"Fool! You really think I would reveal my plans again?" he questioned in anger.

"Well...yeah," I admitted.

"Insolent child!" he yelled as he lifted his hand in the air.

He made a fist and threw an energy blast straight at me. I was immediately knocked to the ground.

"You will at least witness The Gathering, before you are destroyed," the Troll said.

With a flick of a wrist, thousands of glowing orbs rose from the ground all over Battlefield Heroes. People were kept captive in the hovering spheres. I looked back at my mom. She was also being carried. I just noticed that she was unconscious due to the shock wave earlier.

My energy was leaving my body. I felt weak.

"Hmph! Why should I even waste my power on you? I shall leave you here so you can witness the new era. I'll just get my new Troll followers to dispose of you later. Ta ta!" he said as he floated away.

Everything was getting dark. That blast probably did more than I thought. My head was pounding and I started to feel cold. My mind soon let go and I blacked out.



A few minutes later, a man and a woman in hazmat suits submerge from a sewer entrance on the road and spot a young 10-year old boy in front of the Heroes-Play4Free border. He is not conscious, so the pair take him with them back to the sewer.


I don't know how long I was out. It could've been days, weeks, months, years. Who knows? Luckily, I found out that I was only unconscious for a few hours.

I was in a small, damp, and smelly room. Medical equipment filled the room. Beds were occupied by the sick and wounded.

"Whoa. Where am I?" I asked.

I kept turning my head, hoping that I would find someone to give me the answer, but no one came. There was a single door on the far side of the room. I noticed that I was hooked up to a machine to detect my heartbeat. I removed the sensors and hopped off the bed.

I walked down the middle of the room. As I walked, I observed the patients in the room. Many people looked mentally unstable, more or less due to intense trolling. Some were wounded. I guess some people put up a fight. I walked up to the door and turned the knob. I walked out into a sewage system. The rotten smell found its way into my nostrils.

"Wow, that's vile!" I exclaimed.

"Sure is," an unknown voice replied.

I turned my head to see a woman leaning against the wall.

"Excuse me, but, do you know where we are?" I asked.

"The sewers. I believe that is obvious," she answered.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"The Troll Apocalypse. Sorry if I can't provide much detail. I barely know about it myself," she said.

"Well...I should probably search around," I said.

She shrugged and I walked away. I met more people on the way. I asked for directions for this foul maze.

"Is there not an office for the head manager or something?" I asked a man.

"I don't know. Stop asking so many questions! I just don't know! Gah!" he screeched.

I walked away slowly. This man has probably snapped from what's happening. My legs grew tired. They no longer had the will to keep going. I sat down with my back against the wall.

"What should I do? The Trollface makes the Troll leader too powerful for me. And I'm stuck down here. Isn't there anyone who can help?" I asked myself.

"If you want help, you must first help yourself,said a disembodied voice.

"Huh? Who's there?" I asked out loud.

"Your conscience. I will guide you," it replied.

I listened closely enough to detect the tone in the voice.

"Haha, Steve. Very funny," I sarcastically remarked.

"Dang!" he said as he walked around the corner, "How'd you know?"

"Easy. Only you can sound like a complete moron," I said.

"Harsh, but fair. So, what are you up to?" Steve asked.

"Surviving an apacalypse, running through the sewers; what do you think?" I said.

"Someone's tense," he commented.

"Sorry. I've just been having a hard time," I apologized.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing important. I'm looking for the person in charge, though," I said.

"You mean the head manager of the safe house...err...sewer?" he said.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I know where his storage room-I mean, office is at," he said while getting up.

"Really? You have to lead me to it!" I exclaimed.

"Sure. Just follow me," he insisted.

Steve led me through a winding trail. I finally understood that the sewers were being used as a survival bunker. People were using the resources at their disposal. We came upon a door and I twisted the knob to find it unlocked. I stepped in with Steve behind me. A man was sitting behind a desk. A woman, probably an accountant, was standing beside a wall.

"I'm terribly sorry, but this area is restricted to authorized personel only. You have to leave," the woman instructed.

"I'm looking for the head of the safe house," I said, ignoring her demands.

"You can't see him right now. He's very busy," she said.

"Well, so am I. Can we please move this along?" I asked.

"I'll take care of this, Julia," the man said.

She nodded and stood silent.

"Good evening, young boy. What brings you here?" he asked.

"I just want some information on the situation," I replied.

"Why would it concern someone as young as yourself?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't it?" I retorted.

He stood silent for a few seconds.

"Who are you?" he finally spoke.

"I'm Jake. Jake Ryler," I answered.

"Ah! You're the boy that was in the heading of the newspaper. You helped defeat the Troll before...Well...Before this," he said.

"Yup. I would like to know what's happening," I said.

"Well, as you may know, there was a Troll outbreak involving some ancient relic. People were dragged off to become Trolls themselves. Out of nowhere, a virus is spread throughout the Battlefield. It is airborne, waterborne, infectious and quite lethal. I seems to manifest itself in its host until they become Trolls," he explained.

"That's bad," I remarked.

"It's more than bad. It's a catastrophe!" Julia responded.

"Why do you want to know about this?" the man asked.

"Because I'm going back to the surface," I told him.

"Are you mad? You'll be infected!" he said.

"Isn't there some sort of vaccine?" I asked.

"No. The only thing close to that is that some people appear to be immune to the virus," he said.

I pondered for a bit.

"You're not thinking of going out there, are you, Jake?" Steve asked.

"I have to," I said.

There was a silence.

"Thanks for your help," I said a I left the room.

Steve followed with a worried expression on his face. I had to go back up and take the risk. Only I truly know what's going on.

Chapter 12: Complications

Steve and I walked down the smelly corridors of the sewers. With each step we took, Steve kept questioning my decision. I assured him that everything would be fine. In truth, I had no idea what I was doing. I just had a hunch that I might be immune. I am a prophecized hero, after all.

We finally stumbled upon metal handles that are to be used as a ladder. It wasn't very tall, so I had nothing to fear.

"I guess I'll go first," I said as I held a handle.

"Sure. I'll just...follow behind you," Steve said as he began his climb.

It took only a few seconds to reach the top. I inspected the manhole and noticed that there was nothing to prevent it from being opened.

"Wait a minute! Why did we need to ask that man for access if we could've just opened the sewer entrance ourselves?" I asked Steve.

"That's a good question," Steve remarked with a puzzled look, "Perhaps it would've seemed bland to just waltz on over to the exit and leave."

I pushed the manhole open and slid it across the street above. I climbed to the surface and took a deep breath. I stood there as if I was waiting to be instantly trolled.

"You gonna stand there all day?" Steve asked as he lifted himself up.

"I was just testing to see if I was really immune to the Troll virus," I answered.

"We both must be. I don't feel any different from before," Steve said as he patted dust off his shorts.

I scanned the setting. The air seemed to emit a yellow aura. The effect looked like it covered the entire battlefield. Houses were also tagged on with eligable writing. It was probably just some Trolls marking their territory.

"So, Jake. Got any ideas on where we should be headed?" Steve questioned.

"To be honest, no," I said, "But we should head towards your house and get a pair of your seemingly endless amount of power scooters."

"Then what? We ride off into the sunset?" Steve asked.

"No. We head back to the ruins. Remember that Search Portal? We'll use it to find the secret order. They can surely assist us," I answered.

"If all else fails?" he continued.

"We better get used to serving the Trolls," I said before shutting the manhole.

Luckily, we were minutes away from Forum. When we got there, nothing seemed to have changed. The Trolls probaby haven't had a chance to wreck the place yet. Steve led the way back to his house.

"Mom? Dad?" Steve called, "Hello?"

"Steve, I doubt they're here. If they weren't tooken away by the Trolls, they probably went into hiding." I told him.

"I can't take any of the scooters without permission," Steve replied.

I gave him a look. He stood still for a moment. After a few seconds, he headed to his garage. Like always, a pair of scooters were waiting for us. I hopped on one of them and tested the engine. It seemed to work in near-perfect condition.

We rode off to the house containing the Search Portal. I took some digging to reach it since the house hadn't been repaired yet. We carried the scooters down to the basement. We were walking calmy until I heard a fuse blow out.

"Whoa! Something's here," I told Steve.

We hid behind a corner with the scooters. I looked to the source of the noise. There were two Trolls messing with some sort of object. I soon realized that they were sabotoging the Search Portal.

"Steve. These Trolls are going to ruin the portal! We need to stop them, fast!" I said to Steve.

"I got it!" Steve said before jumping out from cover.

"Steve, wait! What are you doing!?" I asked.

"Hey, Trolls! Stop messing with that portal!" Steve exclaimed while ignoring me.

The Trolls turned to face him. They were slightly surprised that someone found the Search Portal.

"U wnt ths poretul? Wut foor? U dn't wnt ths poretul. It's a bed poretul," one of the Trolls said.

"Liar! Me and my friend used that exact Search Portal before!" Steve replied.

I walked up next to Steve because my cover was blown.

"You do know I could've still got a surprise attack on them, right?" I asked Steve.

"Sometimes, you got to take on life's situations head-on," Steve said.

"Hehehe! To keds? Agenst us? R u sking two bee trolled?" the same Troll said.

"Look. You guys don't want that Search Portal. What do you need it for?" I said.

I was trying to convince them to leave it alone.

"Our mastur toled us too distroye anee portules wee feyend. We well nut desobay hem!" the other Troll said.

"Search Portals, you say?" I said, still trying to convince them to leave, "My dear sir, this is no Search Portal! This is a...ummm..."

My mind was at a complete blank. I tried to think of something. I ended up just blurting out the first thing to come to mind.

"It's a Mod Phone!" I said with a fake smile.

The S.T.U.P.I.D.S. had obviously had an influence on me.

"No it isn't, Jake. It's clearly a Search Por-"

"A what!?! I'm sorry! I didn't quite catch that!!" I yelled, trying to block out Steve.

"A Mud Fone?! Oh noez! Wut doo wee doo?!" the second Troll fearfully asked.

"Luckily for you, we are experts at disabling Mod Phones of any model! We will have that thing demolished in minutes!" I assured.

"Y, tank u, knd sur. Wee r luky two hav frends liek u," the first Troll said before handing me the broken power fuse they had.

They left the basement. We waited for a while to make sure they were gone. When we were sure, I released a sigh of relief.

"That was close. Steve! Next time I lie, just go with it!" I scolded.

"Sorry. I thought you were serious," he admitted.

"You'll be dead serious if you don't stop fooling around! Now, lets check out the damage," I said with the fuse clennched in my hands.

The Search Portal didn't seem damaged. I pressed a button on the machine. It sprung to life for a few seconds, but the it gave out. We inspected the device until we found the power fuse storage. The only thing is, the power fuse was broken.

"Oh, great. What now?" I complained.

I slumped onto the basement's wall. Steve was thinking of something.

"I think I may know where to find an extra fuse," he said.

Chapter 13 (Preview): Trapped

Steve and I walked outside of the house with the power scooters.

"Where is the fuse located?" I asked as I started the engine.

"You'll see," He said as he took off.

I followed him for about five seconds. He stopped at the house right next door.

"Here we are," He announced.

"The house next to the one we were just in? Well that's...convenient," I said.

"Yeah. Where else did you think the fuse would be?" Steve asked.

"I don't know. A gas station, a warehouse, an abandoned electric plant," I listed.

"Look, Jake. We can't be finding vital objects in places like that. It's so cliché and stereotypical. If anyone was recording our escapade, they would've thought that we would search somewhere like that. Instead, we surprise them by driving off on scooters to somewhere about twenty steps away from our location. Not only as that a shocking, new thing that isn't expected, it makes the plot less complicated and easier to follow up on. Then, the person going over the events doesn't have to remember anything like that. To add more complication, there could've been psychopaths or looters at those locations, thus, making a huge complicated complication that is very complicated. You get what what I'm saying?" Steve explained while ignoring the length of what he just said.

"I don't think whoever reads that will be happy at the length of it. Isn't even more cliché that you just happen to know where we could get a fuse?" I quizzed.

"Nah. It would be a huge stereotype that none of us knows where anything is at. If we know where everything is, it'll be the most original thing ever!" Steve exclaimed.

"But that could add so much more vividness and overall enjoyment if we don't know where anything is and note down every second of our search!" I retorted.

"Is this entire thing not long enough?" Steve asked.

"Not really. I could really use some length," I said, "Can we just end this useless babble?"

"Fine. Go ahead and open the door. You'll probably find the fuse right in front of you for some reason," He said.

I walked up to the door. I felt the urge to knock on the door, but that would be stupid. I grabbed the knob and twisted it. Unlocked like almost every single door in an RPG game. I swung the door open. The inside of the house was covered in darkness. My mind told me not to walk inside, but I did anyways.

Every step I took, I felt more and more eeriness, as if something was watching me. Steve stood outside. I really needed someone to watch my back at that time.

As Steve predicted, the fuse was located on a dresser right in front of me. There was a chance that it wasn't even the right fuse for the Search Portal, but I took it anyways. I casually walked towards the exit, with any fear I had leaving my body. Steve came inside, probably realizing it was safe.

"You found it?" He asked.

"Yup. You'd think something as easy to find as this would have been a trap or something," I remarked.

"Yeah. Especially since the chances that someone snapped and set up some diabolical thing like that is very high," Steve foreshadowed.

Of course, something went wrong. The door slammed shut. I couldn't see a thing. The outside light was the only thing that made anything inside visible.

"Hey! Who the heck are you?" Steve asked.

I wondered if he was talking to himself, but I heard him beginning to struggle. I felt a hand grab my shoulder and pull me to the floor.

"Whoa! Stop! Whoever you are!" I cried out, but it was no use.

I felt a needle inject into my arm. I suddenly felt tired and couldn't move. As the energy left my body, I felt myself being pulled across the floor.

[godzillaboy100]

That should be enough. It's probably going to be a short story anyways. Post if you want to now.

[GENERALS0.1]

[GENERALS0.1]

<--.double post sry.-->

[YallAngreh]

This is the first battlefield heroes related story ive ever been pulled into. (Battlefield heroes related = using battlefield heroes and forum names like that.)

[Nikretin]

Haha cute i'm going to wait for the rest ;D

[ietso]

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[Zachary0015]

Your sig is rather laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarge.

[Loutsik]

Cute.

[godzillaboy100]

(03-01-2011 11:59 PM)Zachary0015 Wrote:  Your sig is rather laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarge.

Whatever do you mean, dear sir?

(04-01-2011 12:38 AM)Loutsik Wrote:  Cute.

That's the second time someone said that. I'm starting to feel a bit uneasy.

Can anyone tell me what's cute about it? I seriously don't see anything that would be considered "cute."

[Loutsik]

[godzillaboy100]

(04-01-2011 01:29 AM)Loutsik Wrote:  

[NastyMann]

Wow, that was really, really cool! The way you made everything just so amazing!

Seriously, well done! I love how you interpreted Flame Wars and Trolls. Amazing!

[godzillaboy100]

(04-01-2011 01:39 AM)NastyMann Wrote:  Wow, that was really, really cool! The way you made everything just so amazing!

Seriously, well done! I love how you interpreted Flame Wars and Trolls. Amazing!

God damn! It was just the Prologue! Don't have a heart attack when I post more! (Jk) Thank you for the compliment.

Wow. This has to be my most successful story. Not even a complete day that I posted it, and it already has 141 views. One question for everyone, did any of you think someone was leaving when you read the title?

[NastyMann]

(04-01-2011 01:46 AM)godzillaboy100 Wrote:  

(04-01-2011 01:39 AM)NastyMann Wrote:  Wow, that was really, really cool! The way you made everything just so amazing!

Seriously, well done! I love how you interpreted Flame Wars and Trolls. Amazing!

God damn! It was just the Prologue! Don't have a heart attack when I post more! (Jk) Thank you for the compliment.

Wow. This has to be my most successful story. Not even a complete day that I posted it, and it already has 141 views. One question for everyone, did any of you think someone was leaving when you read the title?

Yus...

[Sgt.Peraux]

Yeah I also thought someone was leaving ö , I actually thought you where quitting and I was like OMFG nooo! xD
I would hate to see a writer leaving battlefield heroes xo

[godzillaboy100]

Well I'm not. I got a Battlefield Play4Free beta key and I thought of an idea for a story.

Chapter 1 is now up.