The Pacific ocean, warmer than blood and deep turquoise, met the soft, golden sands with a gentle rythm. The waves were small, insignificant, unable to reach the palm trees further up the beach, swaying gently in the midnight breeze. The chorus of frogs was incessant, a croaking harmony to accompany the scene.

Thirty thousand feet above, something was wrong. A passenger plane bound for Florida was experiencing technical difficulties.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's just... A small... technical hitch" stated the disembodied voice of the pilot, unable to keep the apprehension out of the microphone.

Suddenly, a jolt- all aboard felt it. Perplexingly, the feeling that one was no longer traveling in a straight line. Each passenger could see their dismay echoed in the faces of their companions, as a dreaded feeling of moving downwards entered the stomach of everyone aboard the plane. The feeling became worse, crept up into their throats, as a screeching noise made itself heard from outside the plane.

And then the world went black- screams were heard, the lights short circuited, and a rumbling entered the minds of all aboard. A final, gargantuan jolt, and consciousness was lost by all.

2 hours later, a boy, around 16 years old, awoke. His eyes snapped open, and the boy discovered he was still in his seat. However, ahead of him was only one set of seats. Beyond that, all he could see was a stretch of white sand, disappearing into a dense green jungle. The entire cabin was destroyed, the aluminium torn in half. Many seats had blood on them.

The boy couldn't understand why he had been left alone. Feeling shaky, he undid the seatbelt around his waist, and climbed to his feet. He noticed that what was left of the plane was at an angle. He took a couple of ungainly steps towards the gaping mouth of the cabin, and tripped. Landing face down in the sand, he immediately noticed how warm it was.

He clambered to his feet, and put a hand to his forehead. Now able to survey his surroundings without the harsh glare of the sun blinding him. He saw the warm sea, without a hint of land along the horizon. He saw a high peak, rising from the center of the island. The tall palms fringing the beach and the forest looked inviting, the boy was sure the shade under their sizable leaves would provide respite from the sun's endless heat.

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I strolled down GENERAL street, taking a look at my surroundings. In the last 5 years, everything had changed. Tom was gone. Wade was gone. Stamper ruled NG.

As I looked, threads all around me were being closed down. Users filed out, watched by the feared tankmen as moderators locked up the doors for good. A few yards away, I saw a topic building raided by yet more elite tankmen. All inside were dragged away, screaming their innocence. There was only one place they would go. The ban pit.
The name sent shivers down my spine as i remembered my brief spell in that damned place. No food, no water, no cookies- just a deep, dark hole, crammed full with the innocent.
I was interrupted from my thoughts by the now empty thread in front of me. The whole place was being methodically taken apart and deleted. This place was a shadow of its former glory. I hurried on, head down, bottle tucked safely into my back pocket. I noticed Denvish glaring at me as I walked past.

Portal square was deserted. I quickly climbed the dusty steps to my userpage, fumbling with my password. As i entered, I quickly took a look behind me. a group of noobs were looking lost, circling the square. I noticed their feeble plungers held in front of them. I made a step forward to help, then changed my mind. They could think i was one of them.

The top floor of my userpage gave me a good view to my surroundings. The doomed noobs i had seen earlier were being rounded up by a force of madness troops. One vanished outright, gone forever.
Beyond the noobs was a shimmering green mass- the cyber curtain. It cut us off from the rest of the internet, and allowed stamper to rule unchecked. If Newgrounds was to be saved, i knew it had to be destroyed.

CHAPTER 2

I grabbed my Pm-er and contacted everyone I knew. There was to be a meeting at Williwowza's userpage in 1 hour, where we would be discussing how to end Stamper's tyranny. Everything sorted, I closed down my PM and set it on the table. Walking to a cupboard, I pulled out some spare EXP and strengthened my bottle, just in case.
Then the door blew up.

Somehow, Stamper had began tracking PMs, and had learned about the meeting. A squad of tankmen were inside the userpage, and i could see the actual barrel of an NG TANK outside. Jesus- they were serious.
As a squad of madness grunts came tumbling up the stairs, I whipped out my bottle, and jabbed the nearest, through the head. Making no noise, he slumped to the floor, allowing me to pick up his pistol and take down the other troops. Satisfied with my victory, I glanced out the window, to see the tankmen retreating and the tank levelling its gun! I grabbed my PM-er and made a dash for the window. As i flung myself through the glass, the world exploded. In an instant, my userpage was deleted, and everything i had worked for, on all my time at NG- gone. I, of course, knew nothing of this, until i landed through the front window of KemCab. His Bytesize was tuned to the adult section, and he quickly put away his wang and switched off 'Dick chest bursters'. Obviously, a title by Stamper himself, the style all the more common nowadays.

KemCab looked at me in a 'wtf' sort of way, and blurted 'the meeting wasn't for another hour!'

I told him about Stamper's new device and what had happened at my userpage. I turned to see what remained, and despite my years at NG, I was saddened, shocked and appalled. Only a smoking, charred heap stood to remind me of my former E-home.

'I've got a car.' stated KemCab. 'It's old, a Swift3D camaro, but it runs. Let's go.'

I nodded, showing him the gun. 'Got any more of these?' I asked.

'In the car.'

I nodded, and followed him outside. Sure enough, the car was there. As we got in, I heard a faint whirring sound. Like treads.
'GO, go, go!' I screamed. KemCab put his foot down, and we shot out of the garage just as a tank ploughed through it. KemCab looked grim.
'That's been, well, my home'. He stated. He produced a small black square with a single button. He pushed it.

Back at the userpage, a whole unit of tankmen and madness troops, led by KK members, were methodically searching the house. A bleeping noise warded them of their impending doom.

'OH SHI-' one of them began.

We had to reach Willi and the gang before they were taken prisoner and most likely buttraped.

CHAPTER 3

The car sped down the road, past numerous cock-related billboards and yellow cats. Kemcab was unusually quiet. I myself lost myself to my own thoughts, trying to remember who I had invited to the meeting.

An explosion to the right flipped the carat least six times. The interior became an inverted hell, and I think I vomited at least once. The car finally came to a rest just inches from the road edge, surprisingly upright. I turned around to see the back wheels hanging over the edge of the suspended road. Kemcab's face had been crunched into the steering wheel. A trickle of blood ran down the middle of the wheel, dripping onto his leg.

The window on my side was smashed open. I ducked, narrowly avoiding the massive, double headed axe. Outside was quite a crowd of people. I strained my eyes, brushing pixels off my chest. I felt for my bottle, but it had disappeared. A smaller lump was in its place, which i discovered was a razor. I had levelled up! This could have saved my bacon.

Outside stood Stamper himself, along with Bigbadron and Zerok. Behind them knelt 4 crouched figures. I couldn't tell who they were, as large black censor bars covered their faces. It was stamper who spoke first.

"Well done. You escaped the hit squads. But now you stand here, in front of me. How... interesting. BBR!"

BigBadRon walked to the four hunched figures and revealed their faces. I gasped. There in front of me knelt Williwowza, UberKuri, Blueflameskulls and... mariobro42?!

"Why is that faggot here?" I blurted out.

"He was with me, until he... displeased me." Stated stamper, with an odd look on his face. "He is here now as a demonstration."

He nodded to BBR, who kicked him forward. I could see that his trousers were saturated with blood. For a few seconds, he lay there, writhing. Then, he moaned. Loudly. His chest thrust outwards and his face was etched with pain. Stamper grinned.

A penis erupted from Mariobros chest like a grisly volcano. Gore and blood flew everywhere, and the shining black penis reared its head and roared in triumph. MarioBro stopped moving and slumped, limp and very lifeless.

"What is this?!" I cried, disgusted by the penis that was now gorging itself on Mariobros corpse. Stamper stepped towards me, and got so close that his crotch was touching my face.

"Want to be like him?" He hissed. "I thought not. But you are brave. You tried to stop m. Join me, and your friends will live." He stepped away, and BBR walked to UberKuri. BBR's penis was now clearly visible, and it stood proud at 10 inches long.

"Ron has the DCB implant." Explained Stamper. "He was gonna rape this lot anyway, but do you want them to suffer the same face as this dick?" He pointed at MarioBro, laughing at his own pun.

I had seconds to decide what to do.

CHAPTER 4

in one fluid movement, I drew my razor and threw it. Almost as if in slow motion, the blade went in a perfect circle and slid easily through Ron's cock. He screamed an inhuman wail of pain that i could only imagine. His once-proud wang fell to the floor, spasming and leaking blood. Blood and semen poured from the stump, and Ron swayed. UberKuri took his chance. He headbutted Ron in what was left of his crotch, upsetting the moderators balance and pushing him over the edge. His scream was abruptly cut off after a few seconds.

I recovered quickly. I drew a gun from my back pocket and aimed at Stamper and Zerok, but they had gone. Instead a KK crew member loomed over me, grinning maniacally. I put a 9mm round in his head and released my companions. I then moved to the car so I could examine Kemcab. It was no good, the force of the crash had killed him instantly. I didn't want his body desecrated by Stamper and his cronies, so I removed the guns he had stashed away, and got the others to help me roll the car down the cliff. After a moment, we began to walk.

BFS had a 9mm, like me, Uberkuri had a TMP uzi, and Williwowza claimed the 12-gauge. As we walked, I asked the others how Stamper had managed to catch them.

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Not sure when i'm gonna finish this, to be honest. it's possible it won't be done until december- ish.

Edit: I'm gonna try and enter it into the Halloween 2007 collection 'ooh money' but ill have to push some serious animating in if i want to make the deadline.

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