Ok, u guys were the only ones to post in the last round so u all have been put through. This is a 3 way match, and the rules are this. All of u should hopefully post a story which is linked with the Theme. U all have a week to post them, and the worst one will be elimanated, the other 2 will advance to the finals.
The Theme is: No More.
The deadline is: Next Sunday.
Good Luck.
Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs warrior
Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs warrior
Nazzac The Living Legend: http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=11962.0
The Bangers(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10828.0
FURIES:Their Story(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10754.0
The Bangers(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10828.0
FURIES:Their Story(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10754.0
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
Man, i'd like to see this. But it would be diff if i finished mine 
I had to visit reletives with my brother
I had to visit reletives with my brother i love you Freddy :D
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
Wow, where are Bear and warrior? 
Anyway, here's my first part. Sorry it's taken so long to get up, but in the last week I've had to write an essay, study for exams and loads of other things too.
“Man, why are we on patrol?” Cowboy complained.
“I dunno.” I replied bluntly.
“Should be some new bloods or something.” He said, adjusting his Stetson.
“Should be.” I nodded.
“Hey, Swan!” I heard a voice behind me and turned to see Cleon jogging up to me, Vermin a few paces behind.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Some crew from Staten Island, the Gerards, wrecked some new bloods sent out on a scouting mission,” Cleon explained. “Virgil wanted a four-man team to go give their hangout a few Molotovs in retribution.”
“And you want us to come along?” I finished Cleon’s sentence for him.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, sure,” Usually I’d think about this, but I was sick of this patrolling crap. “Me and Cowboy will come along.”
“Alright, cool,” Cleon nodded. “We’ll meet you in the hangout in a few minutes.”
I nodded at him, before he and Vermin headed back the way they had come.
We walked along the bridge and through the door into the hangout, where Cleon, Vermin, Virgil and Lemmy were stood around a pool table.
“Swan and Cowboy,” Virgil said in his high-pitched tone. “Good to see you finally made it.”
“We were finishing up a lame-ass patrol.” I replied bitterly.
“Whatever,” Virgil replied flippantly. “Now you know the drill, yeah? You’re headed down to their hangout and throwing a few Molotovs in there; that should teach ‘em not to mess with the Destroyers. Get going.”
Cleon and Vermin turned to walk off, but I stood still.
“Wait, aren’t you telling us where we’re going? Staten Island’s a big place.”
“Cleon knows where you’re going.” Virgil replied.
“What, so you’re relying on other people to do your job for you?”
“Leave it.” Cowboy said in my ear, before pulling me away from Virgil.
“I dunno why you always kick off with him, man.” Vermin said when Cowboy and I had caught up with him and Cleon.
“Well, y’know, he shoulda told us too.”
“Forget about Virgil,” Cleon said. “We gotta be thinkin’ ‘bout them Gerards.”
The four of us headed up the steps and onto the platform, where a train has just pulled up. Some people got off, before we headed on inside and sat down on the ripped seats.
Anyway, here's my first part. Sorry it's taken so long to get up, but in the last week I've had to write an essay, study for exams and loads of other things too.
“Man, why are we on patrol?” Cowboy complained.
“I dunno.” I replied bluntly.
“Should be some new bloods or something.” He said, adjusting his Stetson.
“Should be.” I nodded.
“Hey, Swan!” I heard a voice behind me and turned to see Cleon jogging up to me, Vermin a few paces behind.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Some crew from Staten Island, the Gerards, wrecked some new bloods sent out on a scouting mission,” Cleon explained. “Virgil wanted a four-man team to go give their hangout a few Molotovs in retribution.”
“And you want us to come along?” I finished Cleon’s sentence for him.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, sure,” Usually I’d think about this, but I was sick of this patrolling crap. “Me and Cowboy will come along.”
“Alright, cool,” Cleon nodded. “We’ll meet you in the hangout in a few minutes.”
I nodded at him, before he and Vermin headed back the way they had come.
We walked along the bridge and through the door into the hangout, where Cleon, Vermin, Virgil and Lemmy were stood around a pool table.
“Swan and Cowboy,” Virgil said in his high-pitched tone. “Good to see you finally made it.”
“We were finishing up a lame-ass patrol.” I replied bitterly.
“Whatever,” Virgil replied flippantly. “Now you know the drill, yeah? You’re headed down to their hangout and throwing a few Molotovs in there; that should teach ‘em not to mess with the Destroyers. Get going.”
Cleon and Vermin turned to walk off, but I stood still.
“Wait, aren’t you telling us where we’re going? Staten Island’s a big place.”
“Cleon knows where you’re going.” Virgil replied.
“What, so you’re relying on other people to do your job for you?”
“Leave it.” Cowboy said in my ear, before pulling me away from Virgil.
“I dunno why you always kick off with him, man.” Vermin said when Cowboy and I had caught up with him and Cleon.
“Well, y’know, he shoulda told us too.”
“Forget about Virgil,” Cleon said. “We gotta be thinkin’ ‘bout them Gerards.”
The four of us headed up the steps and onto the platform, where a train has just pulled up. Some people got off, before we headed on inside and sat down on the ripped seats.
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
Part two of three. Hopefully I should get the final part up later tonight.
The train pulled up at another stop and Cleon was the only one of us who got to his feet.
“C’mon, this is our stop.” He announced.
“Well we wouldn’t know.” I muttered, and Cleon shot me a withering look.
The four of us climbed off the train and the breeze ruffled our navy vests as Vermin shivered.
“The hangout’s not far from here,” Cleon said. “Keep an eye out for any patrols, too.”
We headed a few blocks away from the subway and Cleon suddenly pushed us into a dark spot.
“Gerards on patrol.” He explained, before any of us could question him.
“We taking them?” Cowboy asked excitedly.
“Four-on-four,” Cleon said thoughtfully. “Okay then.”
We waited for the four guys to head past us before charging out of the dark spot and flying into the patrol. I span around and punched a guy in the nose, which exploded with red like a tomato squeezed too hard. He bang to fall back and I grabbed him, before hitting him with a jaw-rattling uppercut that put him out for the count. I turned around and grabbed another Gerard that Cowboy was struggling to put down and held him for Cowboy to hit him with a nice left-right combo. He hit the floor at the same time that Cleon finished off the last Gerard with a kick to the face.
We put the unconscious bodies where nobody would find them for a while, before walking the next few blocks to the hangout. It seemed pretty quiet for a hangout, but none of us cared - it meant we had less Gerards to worry about. Vermin produced two bottles that had been hanging from his belt and both of them had a rag shoved down them before they were lit. Cleon and I both threw a bottle into the hangout and pretty soon everything was burning.
“That ought to show them not to mess with us.” Cleon smiled, and I nodded.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” I said, and we turned - right into a group of Gerards packed to the teeth. There must’ve been around 30 Gerards here, and the leading one smirked.
“So, not content wit’ wasting four of our soldiers, you’ve also burnt our hangout?” He said in his thick Irish accent. “Looks like we gonna have t’ teac’ you a lesson.”
The Gerards began advancing and we tried laying a few of them out, but we came under immense pressure from planks of wood, crowbars and baseball bats; among other things.
“Get to the subway!” Cleon yelled in between dodging incoming weapon shots.
I swung for one guy who I thought was blocking my exit and he went down, but then I went down to one knee with a shot to the back. I rolled to the side and flinched as a plank of wood hit the floor only inches away from my head; sending splinters of wood everywhere. I managed to jump to my feet and began sprinting to see Cowboy and Vermin around 10 metres away from me; I couldn’t see Cleon but guessed he was the guy the Gerards were beating on. I forced my way through the group, taking punches and dishing them out as I went. What I saw next was not a pretty sight; Cleon was taking a heck of a beating from the Gerards so I braved the incoming punches and kicks and pulled him to his feet; guarding him as best as I could as he got his bearings. Together we then turned and ran back towards the subway; we were worn out but adrenaline kept us going. We got to the subway and Vermin ushered us inside, before slamming the door after us. The Gerards appeared only seconds later and yelled at us whilst banging on the windows, scaring some of the fellow passengers. Usually we would celebrate not getting wrecked, but we were too tired and just collapsed on the seats as the train pulled off.
The train pulled up at another stop and Cleon was the only one of us who got to his feet.
“C’mon, this is our stop.” He announced.
“Well we wouldn’t know.” I muttered, and Cleon shot me a withering look.
The four of us climbed off the train and the breeze ruffled our navy vests as Vermin shivered.
“The hangout’s not far from here,” Cleon said. “Keep an eye out for any patrols, too.”
We headed a few blocks away from the subway and Cleon suddenly pushed us into a dark spot.
“Gerards on patrol.” He explained, before any of us could question him.
“We taking them?” Cowboy asked excitedly.
“Four-on-four,” Cleon said thoughtfully. “Okay then.”
We waited for the four guys to head past us before charging out of the dark spot and flying into the patrol. I span around and punched a guy in the nose, which exploded with red like a tomato squeezed too hard. He bang to fall back and I grabbed him, before hitting him with a jaw-rattling uppercut that put him out for the count. I turned around and grabbed another Gerard that Cowboy was struggling to put down and held him for Cowboy to hit him with a nice left-right combo. He hit the floor at the same time that Cleon finished off the last Gerard with a kick to the face.
We put the unconscious bodies where nobody would find them for a while, before walking the next few blocks to the hangout. It seemed pretty quiet for a hangout, but none of us cared - it meant we had less Gerards to worry about. Vermin produced two bottles that had been hanging from his belt and both of them had a rag shoved down them before they were lit. Cleon and I both threw a bottle into the hangout and pretty soon everything was burning.
“That ought to show them not to mess with us.” Cleon smiled, and I nodded.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” I said, and we turned - right into a group of Gerards packed to the teeth. There must’ve been around 30 Gerards here, and the leading one smirked.
“So, not content wit’ wasting four of our soldiers, you’ve also burnt our hangout?” He said in his thick Irish accent. “Looks like we gonna have t’ teac’ you a lesson.”
The Gerards began advancing and we tried laying a few of them out, but we came under immense pressure from planks of wood, crowbars and baseball bats; among other things.
“Get to the subway!” Cleon yelled in between dodging incoming weapon shots.
I swung for one guy who I thought was blocking my exit and he went down, but then I went down to one knee with a shot to the back. I rolled to the side and flinched as a plank of wood hit the floor only inches away from my head; sending splinters of wood everywhere. I managed to jump to my feet and began sprinting to see Cowboy and Vermin around 10 metres away from me; I couldn’t see Cleon but guessed he was the guy the Gerards were beating on. I forced my way through the group, taking punches and dishing them out as I went. What I saw next was not a pretty sight; Cleon was taking a heck of a beating from the Gerards so I braved the incoming punches and kicks and pulled him to his feet; guarding him as best as I could as he got his bearings. Together we then turned and ran back towards the subway; we were worn out but adrenaline kept us going. We got to the subway and Vermin ushered us inside, before slamming the door after us. The Gerards appeared only seconds later and yelled at us whilst banging on the windows, scaring some of the fellow passengers. Usually we would celebrate not getting wrecked, but we were too tired and just collapsed on the seats as the train pulled off.
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
And here it is finished. Good luck warrior and Bear. 8)
“Nice job Cleon,” Virgil said. “You managed to firebomb their hangout and get our soldiers out alive; very nice.”
We were back in the hangout, and Virgil was giving us a post-mission “pep talk” - only it wasn’t really us, just Cleon, and it wasn’t much of a pep talk than it was an ass-kissing session.
“That’s all - Cowboy, Swan; I expect you two back on patrol tomorrow.”
“What?” I said, shocked.
“You heard me, boy; you’re back on patrol again tomorrow.”
“This is bull.” Cowboy interjected, and I nodded.
“First of all, where’s the praise for me, Cowboy and Vermin? I even pulled Cleon out of that Goddamn group of bloodthirsty mob of Gerards.”
“You got a problem with me?” Virgil said, standing up from his chair and brushing past Lemmy; squaring up to me.
“Yeah, I have,” I showed no emotion and didn’t back down from him. “And that’s why I’m out. I’m taking no more of this crap.”
“Yee-haw!” Cowboy yelled excitedly. “I’m out too!”
“Shut up Chuck Norris.” Virgil said, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
“Don’t tell him to shut up,” I muttered with a shake of my head, before smoothly slipping my vest off and dropping it to the floor. “Now, seeing as I’m no longer a part of this chicken outfit, how about we settle this man-to-man?”
Virgil nodded and took a swing with his right hand, but he had been drinking and the swing came in slowly, giving me time to duck and slam my fist into his stomach. He doubled over and I grabbed his head, ready to slam it into my knee, but several people joined in and pulled us apart.
“What’s up with you, man?”Cleon asked me. “You’re not seriously leaving are you?”
“I’m not soldering under that prick,” I replied, my head throbbing with yet another burst of adrenaline. “You coming Cowboy?”
“Yeah.” Cowboy nodded, before shedding his colours.
I nodded at Cleon before the two of us headed out of the hangout and into the cool night air.
“Nice job Cleon,” Virgil said. “You managed to firebomb their hangout and get our soldiers out alive; very nice.”
We were back in the hangout, and Virgil was giving us a post-mission “pep talk” - only it wasn’t really us, just Cleon, and it wasn’t much of a pep talk than it was an ass-kissing session.
“That’s all - Cowboy, Swan; I expect you two back on patrol tomorrow.”
“What?” I said, shocked.
“You heard me, boy; you’re back on patrol again tomorrow.”
“This is bull.” Cowboy interjected, and I nodded.
“First of all, where’s the praise for me, Cowboy and Vermin? I even pulled Cleon out of that Goddamn group of bloodthirsty mob of Gerards.”
“You got a problem with me?” Virgil said, standing up from his chair and brushing past Lemmy; squaring up to me.
“Yeah, I have,” I showed no emotion and didn’t back down from him. “And that’s why I’m out. I’m taking no more of this crap.”
“Yee-haw!” Cowboy yelled excitedly. “I’m out too!”
“Shut up Chuck Norris.” Virgil said, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
“Don’t tell him to shut up,” I muttered with a shake of my head, before smoothly slipping my vest off and dropping it to the floor. “Now, seeing as I’m no longer a part of this chicken outfit, how about we settle this man-to-man?”
Virgil nodded and took a swing with his right hand, but he had been drinking and the swing came in slowly, giving me time to duck and slam my fist into his stomach. He doubled over and I grabbed his head, ready to slam it into my knee, but several people joined in and pulled us apart.
“What’s up with you, man?”Cleon asked me. “You’re not seriously leaving are you?”
“I’m not soldering under that prick,” I replied, my head throbbing with yet another burst of adrenaline. “You coming Cowboy?”
“Yeah.” Cowboy nodded, before shedding his colours.
I nodded at Cleon before the two of us headed out of the hangout and into the cool night air.
No more.
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
No More
"I told you f*ckheads to stay away! Didn't I?"
A voice screamed in angst and hate.
Followed by three young men weeping and whimpering.
Baby bear walked back and forth infront of the three men who were tied up. They were on their knees. All of them sweating. A dim light shining upon their heads. Cold concrete was their seats. Being the audience to witness the Grizzilies warlords anger.
Baby bear clutched his axe tightly in his right palm. He crouched infront of one of the shivering martyrs. He waved the axe slowly in his face.
"You see this? I split a b*tch face open with this! Wanna know why?" Bear whispered calmly.
The man was too scared to talk. All he could do is cry as well as his fellow captives.
Baby bear didn't feel the cold chill that swiftly brushed past his bare tawny skin. He didn't have a shirt on. All he had was his spiked collar and black jeans that were torn in the knee.
"So, your just boys! You still wanna hang around and think your all tough!" Bear yelled and paused for a second catching his breath.
"I've seen you all sell drugs around here. I'm putting a stop to this. Seriously. I'm surprised you all aren't walkin' 150 strong around this damn neighborhood. Me and my gang would've probably been stomped out by you f*ckers."
Baby bear stood up on his two feet."Ok one of you are gonna die here. So look at each other and make a choice."
All of the men looked at each other.
"Why the hell did you have to hang around here?" One of the guys whispered to the other.
"I didn't! Well , I thought this wouldn't happen." Another guy responded.
The other guy was too scared out of his mind to speak. All they did was take it upon themselves to blame each other.
Baby bear stared at the imbeciles." Ok that's enough. I'll just cut one of you from the scene myself since you guys can't do it!"
Bear raised his axe. He was ready to bring it down on a random victim, but he stopped suddenly. He put a grim smile on his face. He watched the men shake even more.
"C'mon your that easily frighten!" Bear asked. "See what if I did this?"
Bear violently swung the axe horizontally and struck one of the men in the side of the head. Fracturing skull. Instantly killing him.
"Now are you scared?" Bear asked. Pulling his axe from out the cadaver skull.
"Dude, Your f*ckin' crazy! Why the f*ck did you do that!?"
The other man was still in tears and speechless.
"One down! Two to go!" Bear said feeling relieved. "Ok guys you want rest?" he asked them.
After all they can use the rest. High doubts are in their favor. Baby bear looked over at the guy he killed a few minutes back.
"Alright, If you don't wanna be like your friend over there! I suggest you get the fuck up now!" Bear demanded with authority. The men stood up on their feet. Trembling.
"Ok. Follow me guys!" Baby bear ordered. He still had his bloodstained axe in his hand. Never letting go of it.
The last two men were in for another obstacle. A caress from torture. Theier minds didn't want to know what the gruesome idea just might be.
Chapter 2 Coming Soon...
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
"Move it boys! Move it!" Bear shouted as he lead the men outside.
His back was turned. Now it's time to try some sneaky sh*t.
One of the men whsipered. "Ok I'm makin' a break for it now!"
The other guy listened to him, but didn't say a word. Both of their faces weren't saturated in sweat anymore. The night breeze was cold. It cooled down their hot faces. It froze all of their tears. It made their skin cold. It will be colder when the Grizzilies warlord finishes the both of them.
A few steps forward. One of the men take off through the tall grass. A desperate escape to save his own a**. He was breathing heavy spurts. Running. Until he ran it something painful.
*snap*
A beartrap clutched his leg tightly. He fell to the cold dirt. Face first. Baby bear looked over at the man that was a estimate of 15 yards away.
"See what happens when you try and save your own a**?" he explained to the other man that followed his rules. 'Don't get up!" Bear shouted. He slowly went into his pocket and produced his derringer revolver. He pointed it in the guys direction.
Unfortunately, the man tried to stand while his leg was in the beartrap. Pain wasn't a option to him. The only option was to escape this hellhole.
"Don't stand!" Bear shouted again. "F*ck it!"
*bam*
Bear shot the firearm. A bullet shot straight towards the shadow. With success. the man fell to the ground and stayed there. The bullet traveled with so much force and verocity. It struck the man in the back of the neck. Killing him instantly.
"See what happens when you disobey me?" Bear asked the other man. "I usually shoot guys with flaming arrows when they run off. I usually get a one hundred percent accuracy right in the back of the head believe it or not!"
Ok, you now." Bear stashed his pistol in his pocket.'It's been fun havin' you around cryin' and p*ssin' your pants."
Bear gripped his axe. He took the handle of the axe and hit the guy in the forehead. The man was knocked unconscience. It's never a good thing to go asleep around this place. Never!
Bear went inside his hangout. Waiting for Morning to rise again.
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Morning...
Bear walked outside in his backyard. He had a long rest after his fun night with those drug selling f*ckers. He neutralized two. The last one. He had somebody very special to finsih his dirty work.
Walking past the corpse with a bullet in the back of it's neck with it's leg stuck in a beartrap. That small vision was a small remberance of the holocaust. Walking further through the healthy green grass.
The sight was beautiful.
Turns out that his pet anaconda finally got it's dinner. She was found with a giant pug in her stomach. She laid there hissing. Looking like a pregnant woman. All she has to do is soak up this sun within her beautifully dark green scales and digest the remnants of a humn corpse inside her stomach.
Baby Bear turned his back."There gone. I don't think I'll be seein' anymore of them around here. Unless they want to end up like this piece of scum."
END!
His back was turned. Now it's time to try some sneaky sh*t.
One of the men whsipered. "Ok I'm makin' a break for it now!"
The other guy listened to him, but didn't say a word. Both of their faces weren't saturated in sweat anymore. The night breeze was cold. It cooled down their hot faces. It froze all of their tears. It made their skin cold. It will be colder when the Grizzilies warlord finishes the both of them.
A few steps forward. One of the men take off through the tall grass. A desperate escape to save his own a**. He was breathing heavy spurts. Running. Until he ran it something painful.
*snap*
A beartrap clutched his leg tightly. He fell to the cold dirt. Face first. Baby bear looked over at the man that was a estimate of 15 yards away.
"See what happens when you try and save your own a**?" he explained to the other man that followed his rules. 'Don't get up!" Bear shouted. He slowly went into his pocket and produced his derringer revolver. He pointed it in the guys direction.
Unfortunately, the man tried to stand while his leg was in the beartrap. Pain wasn't a option to him. The only option was to escape this hellhole.
"Don't stand!" Bear shouted again. "F*ck it!"
*bam*
Bear shot the firearm. A bullet shot straight towards the shadow. With success. the man fell to the ground and stayed there. The bullet traveled with so much force and verocity. It struck the man in the back of the neck. Killing him instantly.
"See what happens when you disobey me?" Bear asked the other man. "I usually shoot guys with flaming arrows when they run off. I usually get a one hundred percent accuracy right in the back of the head believe it or not!"
Ok, you now." Bear stashed his pistol in his pocket.'It's been fun havin' you around cryin' and p*ssin' your pants."
Bear gripped his axe. He took the handle of the axe and hit the guy in the forehead. The man was knocked unconscience. It's never a good thing to go asleep around this place. Never!
Bear went inside his hangout. Waiting for Morning to rise again.
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Morning...
Bear walked outside in his backyard. He had a long rest after his fun night with those drug selling f*ckers. He neutralized two. The last one. He had somebody very special to finsih his dirty work.
Walking past the corpse with a bullet in the back of it's neck with it's leg stuck in a beartrap. That small vision was a small remberance of the holocaust. Walking further through the healthy green grass.
The sight was beautiful.
Turns out that his pet anaconda finally got it's dinner. She was found with a giant pug in her stomach. She laid there hissing. Looking like a pregnant woman. All she has to do is soak up this sun within her beautifully dark green scales and digest the remnants of a humn corpse inside her stomach.
Baby Bear turned his back."There gone. I don't think I'll be seein' anymore of them around here. Unless they want to end up like this piece of scum."
END!
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
warrior has till 12 noon British time to post.
Nazzac The Living Legend: http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=11962.0
The Bangers(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10828.0
FURIES:Their Story(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10754.0
The Bangers(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10828.0
FURIES:Their Story(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10754.0
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
Wow, nice piece Bear. 
Assuming that warrior is out due to it being several hours after the deadline, I do look forward to trying out my skills against yours in the final. 8)
Assuming that warrior is out due to it being several hours after the deadline, I do look forward to trying out my skills against yours in the final. 8)
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
ahahaha, Dud, that was hilarious!“Yee-haw!” Cowboy yelled excitedly. “I’m out too!”
“Shut up Chuck Norris.” Virgil said, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
(it was from the last part of your fan fic.) i love your fan fictions!and baby bear, yours keep me interested! 8)
i love you Freddy :D
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
Yes they both go through but i'll still judge which one is the best.
Nazzac The Living Legend: http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=11962.0
The Bangers(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10828.0
FURIES:Their Story(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10754.0
The Bangers(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10828.0
FURIES:Their Story(F): http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=10754.0
Re: Fan Fic Competition Semi Finals: Dud vs Baby Bear vs war
Thank you Ninja.Ninja wrote:ahahaha, Dud, that was hilarious!“Yee-haw!” Cowboy yelled excitedly. “I’m out too!”
“Shut up Chuck Norris.” Virgil said, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
and baby bear, yours keep me interested! 8)
Baby Bear had to be a bit crazy in this story.