New story. whoopee! Enjoy.

A machine, tall and gray. It's buttons bleeped and blinked in the darkness of the hall. An enormous room, tiled with a slippery and reflecting marble. A bright light entered the room, as a door was kicked open. A dark figure stood. He licked his lips at the giant before him, towering over him. It was the submission machine.

The man had been hated by all, for his sick, perverted mind. His fetish was nothing less than disgusting. Every post he made was a slide-show, showing pictures of the tortured and children. Children.

Just as he was about to submit, a glistening light passed and a gasp escaped his cracked lips. He collapsed onto the floor. The-Yokai stood, disguised in black. A balaclava. He simply picked up the submission and ripped it up. The doors closed and the portal remained in its sleep.

Shit, I know. But i've been busy. So, more ideas are welcome, blah, blah, blah and I'll post again when I feel like it. chao.

A trail of grey smoke shot through the sky and ended by a building, an explosion once it made contact. The building from afar gradually collapsed into itself, the glass shattering, the ground rumbling. A pair of black binoculors was pulled away from the eyes by a tank man. His eyes gleaming red. He cried out thunderously, "ATTACK!". A swarm of black uniformed soldiers stormed down the hill towards newgrounds.

At that moment, a siren began to pick up its volume, warning everyone in the city. The citizens ran for shelter. The gates burst open and a stampeding group of animations ran out of the city, ready. Dirge (©JamesFarr) spun his shovel about in his hands like a propeller. Hamster (©Dave) stood by him, grinning. "I do my hamster kata! I are MONK!". He leapt into the air, a flash of light, then he landed back on the ground in a ninja out fit. The other characters stared at him in bewilderment. Pico (©TomFulp) pointed at him and asked to his people, shaking his head "Who let this guy in Newgrounds Defense system?". They shrugged.

The troops were closing in, rushing down hill towards the portal. Just as the cartoons drew their attention towards the army, they gasped. Upon one of the glistening tanks, stood an animation, proud, grinning with monsterous delight. "I will PWN J00!" roared Piconjo (©Sickdeathfiend), holding up his sword. The Xombie (©JamesFarr) cocked his head and gave a small laugh. "I think it's time we show this punk how to use proper Grammer". Bitey (©AdamPhillips) cackled madly in his hairy face

The crowds of cartoons collided into a sea of battling bodies, throwing themselves around, jumping, slashing, kicking, biting, scratching in the most monsterous manner.

T.H.S was shocked to see the hypnotism of some of her friends, whom had joined the evil army. She recieved a shot in the arm by Jacob, standing by the tank with a thompson gun. She dove behind a pile of rubble and started reloading, when she turned to see Hamster (©Dave), wounded. "Ooooh, it are suckiest!" he wailed, covering his wound with his bloody paws. T.H.S took out her kit and quickly, nervously as a body flew above her head yelling, and covered his wound. "Horray!" squealed Hamster (©Dave) happily. They darted from behind the rubble and returned to the fight. Hamster (©Dave) rested upon her shoulder, spinning about a pair of nunchucks. "Hii-ya! Wataya! ping!".

Within the center of the crowd, Piconjo ©Sickdeathfiend) and Pico (©TomFulp) slashed at each other with their golden swords. Nene (©TomFulp) was struggling to regain her stability, when she whacked across the back of the head and fell to the earth. Darnell (©TomFulp), fished out of his pocket a lighter. He then took out of his rucksack a bottle of wine. He took a swig of the drink, holding it in his mouth before blowing and causing an eruption of flame to strike the evil king. Piconjo (©Sickdeathfiend) roared, he span around and in a moment, the fire had gone, smoke arising from his hair and shirt. Darnell (©TomFulp) was picked up the throat from behind by Strawberry Clock (©StrawberryClock) and chucked into the sea of soldiers.

Alien Hominid (©TomFulp) hovered above the ground and blasted balls of plasma from his gun. The enemy vaporising before the people's eyes. The ginger haired king growled, launching himself from the earth and onto the aliens ship. The ship swurved around in the air like a confused house fly, trying to rid of Piconjo (©Sickdeathfiend). He stuck his sword into the ship, red lights flashed inside, the guns went haywire, blasting everyone everywhere. Zoe (©JamesFarr) was riding Cerberus (©JamesFarr) through the battle. She was holding a luminous container with a digital clock stuck to the side, counting down, slowly....

To be Continued....

Unfortunately, I'm too god damn lazy to even think of a story this evening. As you can already tell, my brain is bleeding from exhaustion. This page is for everyone to jot down the slightest ideas that I can mold into another post to make you happy and me drowsy. It can include anything. Heck, you could say in the middle of the thing that I jump off a cliff or shoot myself in the face and you're the hero. I don't care. So, feel free to post ideas. I'm going to bed.

bye!

Thank God! The little basterd pieces of work are done! I can spend more time on here on Newgrounds now! Horray! If you're lucky, I'll be posting 3 stories a week. If I don't, well that just proves to you that I'm one lazy little sod.

Well, peace out!

*falls asleep on keyboard*

zzzzzzzzz....

a new story i'm doing, however I'm not sure how to start it. Any ideas guys?

Oh, dear me. it seems as if i've become a huge fan of Flippy from Happy Tree Friends

As soon as the general caught sight of the robber, he growled in anger. He yanked a hand grenade out from his coat pocket, ready to chuck it at the predestrian. However the mother was no sucker for sore eyes. She saw a slight shine of sunlight hit the rusty garbage can and cast a shadow of the two awaiting heroes. she pulled out a pistol and aimed at generals direction. "Shit!" general cried, before ducking behind the garbage can. T-H-S ran out across the street, firing at free will at the mother and child, who had immediately flung themselves behind a car.

T-H-S had made it to the opposite allyway, having a couple of bullets blunt the sharp coners of bricks which she was hiding behind. As the mother exposed herself to daylight, and was ready to fire at the sniper with easy aim, a sharp bang erupted from generals gun and a bullet blasted through the womans head, having her slam to the concrete dead. When the two workers came out from hiding the child had run off and they claimed the music submission in safe hands

The end

I know it's been like forever since I left, which is why I am presenting you two short linked new stories this weekend. Again, for ideas, leave them at the page i suggested. For now, Enjoy!

It seemed as if the predestrian being stopped in the street, was nothing more or less than a victim. A young woman had stopped him in his tracks for directions to the nearest cafe. As he pointed it out to her, telling her where to go, an odd looking child, with a oversized grey hoody, tip-toed out from behind his supposed mother. Without being seen, he ever so carefully slid his hands into the mans jean pocket, pulling out a music submission. It's eyes widened and it squeaked, writhing about in the boys grasp. He immediately shoved it into his pocket and walked casually back behind his mum.

The man waved as they left. When he pulled out his mobile, he had a horrid feeling arise in his stomach, almost making him want to throw up. He could find his submission. He searched about his pockets, inner pockets, trouser pockets, he couldn't find it. The mother and child were now out of sight of man, but now gradually getting into target for general champion and T-H-S, waiting patiently behind an alleyway, ready to strike...

To be continued...

Well, on come my sats and GSCE's. I may not be able to come on here often. So, stories may come around about every month or 2. Sorry.

If you still want to share ideas, go back a few updates to the page.
Well, chao for now guys!

For innerchild548. The story was inspired by a song by kraftwerk

A miserable rainy day. A heavy downpour upon the remains of newgrounds. After a tremendous war, the city had ceased to exist, except for a handful of survivors, both animated and human. Every morning machines searched the city, in need for an experiment on a lifeform. Aware of their plot, we kept hidden in the shadows of the crumbled alleyways. They were bizarre indeed. Their legs whirred and clicked and they moved like a birds. They possessed two eyes filled with a strange black luminous liquid, attached to a pipe to the body like a snail. The eyes writhed and wiggled in the air. They had no arms, had no free will, only a purpose. Luckily, the things weren't so hard to kill. However, we needed to pick the right time. Exactly the right time.

The Hyper Sniper had been kidnapped and locked away in a cell within the mother ship, which hovered just outside the deserted area over the hills. The people were unsure what to do. How could they revive the spirit of newgrounds. The result, find p-bot and win back his trust to the human race.

We found him, in the junkyard, sitting upon a mountain of rusted iron and metal, soon hoping that he'd be part of it. His mind had been erased and he was traumatized. A large dent was spotted on his head and one of his bright yellow eyes was cracked, only blinking rapidly in the socket. He turned his head quickly to see us. His eyes became a hellish shade of red. He rose from his seat and thrust his arm forward, exposing a chainsaw as his hand replacement.

We dove into the metal heap. GeneralChampion emerged from the garbage to hold a white flag. The robot seized itself in its preparation, calming the engine of the weapon. The chainsaw sank back inside him and his hand popped back out, his knuckles busted from a fight from a memory worth forgotten. He sat back down, his eyes returning to normal. "We want to help you" explained GeneralChampion. His friends held up cases of rattling tools to prove. P-bot blinked, staring at the strange material. He picked up a screwdriver, that only managed to fit between his thick thumb and forefinger. He examined it and saw it as medical use. He set it back down and sat still, as they climbed over him, like ants.

Shortly, P-bot raised himself up, feeling refreshed and new. The sun peered through the dark clouds and he glistened with might and power. His knuckles were mended, the dent had vanished and his blam gun had been repaired and re-loaded. Only by staring into a misty, oily puddle, he saw himself and remembered his true purpose of being......... to destroy.

A and M bot soon were located and joined our force too. As we marched into the city, Jacobcoooollll10 sat upon M-bot's shoulder with a bazooka. Now was the time. To strike. The robots ahead gave off a repetitive bleep, knowing that they were here.

The three Bots walked proudly. (Lyrics belong to Kraftwerk©)

We're charging our battery,
and now we're full of energy,
We are the robots!
We are the robots!
We are the robots.
We are the robots.©

M-bot shot up his arm and blew a out several blam bullets from his gun, pummeling a space craft hovering by, bringing it down.

We're functioning automatic,
and we are dancing mechanic,
We are the robots!
We are the robots!
We are the robots.
We are the robots.©

A-bot looked to an alleyway, swarming with the marching machines. He aimed his gun and blew several lazer waves, making them fly back to the alleys end, crushing them in impact.

We are programmed just to do,
anything you want us to,
We are the robots!©

M-bot spins around to face the machines in their hundreds. He punched the ground, sending cracks throughout the entire road. The machines stopped to watch the cracks, racing under their feet to meet each other. As they did, the earth crumbled beneath them and they all fell into the bottomless pit.

We are the robots.©

Meanwhile in the mothership, the mechanic creatures fiddled with the controls and babbled endlessly to each other in a language I could never understand. I sat at the corner of the cell, staring at my beloved rifle hanging up on a hook by a door.

A loud beeping interrupted my daydreaming. The creature scrambled over their buttons and levers faster. Something was happening. The room flashed red, the room shook violently. I tried to get to my feet but quickly lost balance. An explosion. Fire erupted from the automatic iron doors. I covered my ears from the blast. From a cloud of thick smoke stepped M-bot. The whirring and clicking loudened from his presence as he stepped forward into view, chucking around the attacking creatures, spinning his upper body around like spinning top, crushing their heads and smacking them against the wall. He aimed his blam gun at my cell. I gave a small yelp before he fired and the bars preventing my escape had vanished. I followed him out.

The mothership began to fall. M-bot thrust his hand back into himself and a small propeller popped out of his wrist. He held me close as we leapt from the exit.

The ship fell into the hillside, a earth shaking implosion blew us backward into the city. I had become blinded by the eternal reds, oranges and yellows, which somehow struck off a bit of my memory. As we landed, the robots self-destructed. The city was clean. The surviors came out of the shadows in an uproar of cheer and clapping. M-bot let me down and he handed me my gun, strapped about his shoulder.

Innerchild pointed up at the sky at Alien Hominid's© space ship, hovering just above the city's remains. The sky remained in its clolours rays, spinning slowly behind the hills. Newgrounds was back.

End.