Bumping for Poppy to upload his screenshots. :3

These might be a bit immature, but I couldn't think of anything else to do screenshots with . Better than no screenshots.

Snowdeath :
ZeroTails :
thing1 :
patar4097 :

I know the deadline isn't until tomorrow but just reminding you guys to submit your screenshots as soon as you're able to, if you can't think of anything submit anything since we still get participation points for each submission.

I'll be submitting my own in the compilation post which I'll be making tomorrow.

Zlinqx : Thanks for the heads up. I'm currently working on getting some screenshots for this now, actually. I'm hoping to post them all later today. 

   Okay, I just finished up with my three screenshots, so here they are. Luckily, I had a Mario & Luigi save file from a while back that I forgot about, so all of these were relatively easy to get to.

Here are my picks. It's pretty immature and sorta playing off Popeye a bit, but meh :p. It's SOMETHING.

It was scary fighting him <.<


So impatient...


It's a Bulbasaur, though. It's not threatening! :V

Alright... pretty bland, I know. Hopefully my captions help. 

 
Look at them... just waiting to kill me. 


NO!!! PRETZEL!!!!


Why do you always ask me if I'm ready? I wouldn't be here if I wasn't, dangit!

Snowdeath : Are you still having that screenshot glitch/error, or are you able to post screenshots again?

Legacyme: Well here's all our submissions.

Zlinqx : (listing it first since I haven't actually submitted mine until now )


Such grace.



Such smile, much derp



You could just use your hands...



A user of this :







Furret :







Popeye116 :







patar4097 :









ZeroTails :

It was scary fighting him <.<


So impatient...


It's a Bulbasaur, though. It's not threatening! :V


thing1 :

Look at them... Just waiting to kill me.


NO!!! PRETZEL!!!!


Why do you always ask me if I'm ready? If wouldn't be here if I wasn't, dangit!


Snowdeath:

Sorry guys, I've been out due to partying, and yes I partied hard, thank you... 

Here's one of my submissions, I'll need to play more to get two more.

Snowdeath : I added your screenshot to the compilation post, if you manage to get more before leggy updates I'll add them as well.

Great job guys, so far we have the highest amount of submission of any team

Zlinqx : We do? That's awesome!

Great job guys! We've all got some pretty funny ones. Let's hope we please the Zebra Master with them.

Good work everyone, the screenshot competition was a great success!
I didn't know Leggy liked Paper Mario that much

Have fun with the writing! 

Wow, we're probably in first place again! Great job, everybody! Now I think I'm pretty alright at writing, but I'm not sure what to write about. Any ideas?

Well, everybody gets to enter. I think we should have a theme though. 

Alright, here's my submission. 

   It was the middle of the night on my day off, and I was sound asleep. Gilbert, my cat, was actually sleeping next to me. He gets easily scared. Out of nowhere, he scratches my face up pretty good, causing me to wake up. I swat him off of the bed, out of pure instinct. That's when I noticed the phone was ringing, realizing that was why Gilbert had gotten a hold of my face. I immediately felt bad for him, and told myself that I would apologize to him later by giving him some of his favorite catnip. I checked the time to see who would be calling me while it was still dark out; it was my step mother. "This can not be good," I thought, after seeing that it was 3:42 in the morning. "I hope nothing is wrong."  
   "Caleb, I need you to come down to the hospital on base right now."
   Well, crap; something was wrong. " Wait, hold on just a minute. You can't just call me at 4 in the morning, and tell me to come to drive an hour and a half to the hospital without telling me why first. " 
   My step mom took a deep, labored, heavy breath, and I knew that I was going to regret asking her to elaborate. "It's your father. He's in the the hospital right now. The ambulance had to come and get him. He started freaking out, and just before he passed out, he said one thing." 
   Me, having a huge adrenaline rush right now from hearing that my father was in the hospital right now, asked " What?! What did he say!?" 
   "He said 'Tell Caleb to hurry.' " 
   At this point, hearing that not only that my father was spazzing out before going unconscious, but that he also asked for me with his last conscious words, it terrified me. I expected the worse. "I'm on my way. I'll call my sisters, and have Mom bring them over. I'll call you when I am a few minutes out so you can meet me somewhere." 
   I hung up, and jumped out of bed, stepping on Gilbert's tail. He clawed my foot this time. I was having such an adrenaline rush from the recent news that I didn't even bother to yell at him. I just went to the drawer, got a small handful of catnip, and put in his food bowl. I then rushed to my closest, and grabbed my most comfortable pair of pants, thanking myself for having done laundry before I went to bed that night. I then crossed my room, grabbing the first shirt that my hand touches from the shirt drawer, and threw it over my head without bothering to see what it was; I just knew it was comfortable. I threw on a pair of socks, slipped on my flip flops, and grabbed a pair of shoes. Now, I'm grabbing up my wallet, keys, and phone along with the charger, and I rush out the door, dialing Moms house number as I am getting into the car. Thankfully, she actually picked right at 4 in the morning. 
   "Son, what do you want. It's 4 AM, so this had better be good." My mom is obviously annoyed, and sounds tired. 
   "Mom, I need you to bring the girls the to hospital on base. I'm on my way now. Amy called me, and told me that Dad was in the hospital unconscious, and It doesn't sound very good. Don't tell the girls anything... just make them come." 
   "Alright, Son, we'll should get there about the same time as you if you are just now leaving your apartment." 

To be continued.  


There's my entry. It's a bit dark, I know. And no, it is not true. But, it's a daydream and a nightmare I keep having. And it scares me because I have premonitions that come true most of the time. 

Here's my submission!


A Gruff Detective Noir

9:42 AM: Our Office

"Ugh!", I ugh'd as he ran down a hallway. "I can't believe I forgot that!" I yelled at myself as I opened a door. Behind this door was a dim room with two red lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. I nearly tripped over a step-stool which I may have placed earlier. I took down some hanging photographs, seeing they came out clear as I had hoped.
I ran back down the hallway with a stack of photos in hand. He ran into the his  office, which was only a short jog away. I swung open the door and yelled to my superior, "You're not gonna believe this!". My boss, a scruff man who's been in this line of the businuess for years now. Was taking a nap with a half eaten doughnut in hand. He woke up suddenly to the yelling. "Wha? Who dat?!", he yelled. "...James, your partner, remember?" I retorted. "Ooh right. You. What do you want?" My boss said, wiping crumbs off his greying facial hair. "Those pictures you had me take. I was right! We're being followed..." He really jumped at this. "Wha?! Gimmie dose, let me see for myself." He said as he swiped the photos away.
"I KNEW IT! That smug little...That PI from two buildings down is following us!" He said in a panic. "Look, Ricky, you need to calm down. The punk's harmless. He just thinks he can get the jump on us with our new client." James said looking over his shoulder. "Y-yeah...By the way, we never did finish scoping out the park. We've still got ourselves a little treasure hunt. And if we find it before that punk Vector, we'll strike it rich!"

10:00 AM: Parking lot

We grabbed our trenchcoats, fedoras, and loaded our investigation mobile. (A very classy car. Which cost more than our office. I guess this is where my raise went...) And we headed out. I made a note of our rival, Vector pulling out 4 seconds after us. That scrawny little man is one of the worst investigators I've ever seen. I never thought he'd be up to stealing our thunder though.

10:30 AM: City Dump

Our client has lost an important item, see? A briefcase holding the blueprints to a device worth millions. Which he lost like an idiot. We decided to check the first possible location since trash day was yesterday.
"Dog gonnit!" exclaimed Ricky as he threw a piece of broken glass at a window. "It's not here! Let's go check somewhere else before someone else does. Our boss is getting impatient, and if we get it we'll have the biggest payday of our careers!"
We checked for 20 more minutes before deciding to go anywhere.
11:50 AM: Burger Buddy's
We stopped for a good bite to eat. We actually caught Vector here too. Ricky tripped him though. "OW! What's with that, ya big lug?!" He screeched from the floor. "Sorry about him, he's a bit of a hothead..." I said as I tried to be the bigger man and help him up. "Well thank ya, you're a stand up guy see?" Vector said as he shuffled out of view. "Beat it!" Ricky snarled. "FINE! I get when I'm not wanted!". The skinny little man wobbled out of this fine burger restaurant and to his car. When suddenly he pulled from the bushes...THE BRIEFCASE?!
"Go get 'em! Youre more fit than I." Ricky said. And he was darn right!

12:02 PM: Outside Burger Buddy's

I gave chase to Vector. For such an unhealthily skinny man, Vector sure is fast...

12:03 PM: Neighborhood

I tripped over a rock and into some trash cans while chasing Vector...Ouch.

12:03 PM Bluth Park

Vector tossed the briefcase into some bushes. I continued to give chase until Ricky pulled to the side of the road where I was. "You ran off with the keys, ya dolt!" He yelled. "I had to hotwire my baby to chase after your sorry mug!" he snarled. "I found our briefcase, in case you were wondering..." I snarked back at him while out of breath.
"He tossed it into those bushes--",  "WHAT ARE YA STANDIN' THERE FOR? GO GET IT!", "Fine..(I wonder why I put up with this...)"
I went into the bushes and soon enough, there it was! The contents of this case are worth millions. And it had just been thrown into some bushes because a scrawny thief's morning coffee wore out. Talk about luck!

12:03 PM: Our Office

I gave our client a call. His reaction was...underwhelming. He said "Heh...So you found it. Good job." I was...not too happy about his reaction, or lack thereof. But suddenly something caught my eye. Through the window I saw Vector with...The briefcase?! No, it couldn't be...
I swung the latches open and the briefcase in our possession swung wide open. Inside was empty! Much like out pocketbooks...But unlike our pocketbooks, there was a little note that was attached to the top half. It simply read "Nerds". Then, Ricky and I saw Vector speeding off with our car, and the REAL briefcase he was swinging out the window.
What we said next broke many site rules, so this looks like...THE END.

FIN

Here's my submission~

~The Legend~

Once upon a time, when lame beginning phrases were used, there was an old man. He was 1,000 years old, and inevitably, got struck with a deadly disease. No one knows what the disease was, but it caused his death. On his deathbed, he spoke of a legend.

"After my age grows 10x it's amount in the passing years, a hero will be born right before evil strikes again. He is the one who will survive against all odds. There is no way to distinguish him, until it's almost too late."

People thought this was just old people talk. Until evil did strike again. Then, they searched desperately for this legend, disregarding the last line of the prophecy. This is the story of this so-called legend.



Early Years

"May you get me that box of cereal!?" asked James.

Sighing, James's mom replied, "No, please stop asking."

"GET IT FOR ME RIGHT NOW!" yelled James at the top of his lung.

"You sure do like to get punished, James. How many times do I have to tell you not to scream in public?" retorted his mom.

"Fiiine, mom..." said James with an attitude.

"Also, stop having an attitude or this punishment will just get that much longer" his mom threatened.

Pouting, James grew quiet and tried to hide his attitude. He was just a typical bratty kid. Until he got kidnapped at school...

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"Hm... James, you have all F's again! And you've been giving your teacher a splitting headache as well. Why do you keep on doing this?" said the principle.

"Who cares? School is for losers." replied James.

"You won't get far in life without an education, James. All the well-paying jobs require at least a Bachelors!" explained the principle.

"What's a Bachelors? Is it for those poor people? If so, I qualify." said James.

"No, James, it's a college degree-" the principle got cut off and never got to finish his sentence since he got tazed.

"Come with us, kid!" said a kidnapper.

"Okay, as long as there's no school" said James.

"Jeeze, I thought it would be harder to kidnap him since he has a record for being the worst kid ever" said a kidnapper under his breath.

And so, James was kidnapped. He was pretty happy about it, since it meant that he would get to be lazy for the rest of his life.

Or he thought.



Kidnapped Years & Hero Years

His years with the kidnappers was pretty swell. He finally learned not to yell at adults, and the kidnappers gave him lots and lots of food. He was being lazy, and he loved it. He wished he could be like that forever, but destiny thought different. And destiny struck one day...

He flew out a car the kidnappers were using, and fell off a cliff.

Fortunately, he landed in the super secret base of the heroes. And the heroes somehow thought he was the "legend". James was confused.

"How am I this legend you talk about?" he asked.

"I dunno. We just feel that you are the legend." said one of the heroes.

"That's lame" retorted James.

His life in the super secret base was nothing short of exhausting. He had to be a hard worker for once in his life, imagine that! Surprisingly enough, he also did the work well. He was declared general, and his old bratty years were seemingly behind him.

One fateful day, the heroes decided to get rid of the evil once and for all.



The Final Fight

The heroes marched to the super secret base of evil, which was oddly not secret at all. The base had "Evil Base- Do Not Enter" on the door in bright letters. Which was evil's vane.

"Get out and fight like a man, evil guys!" shouted James.

"Okay. Let me get out first." said the great evil himself.

And thus, the final battle between James and the great evil ensued. Everyone other hero died from the mooks.

"Heeey, o' great evil one, how would you like to die?" taunted James.

"You're the one who's gonna die, like everyone else." said the great evil, seemingly bored.

And so, James got stabbed in the heart. The end.

Actually...

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There was a new prophecy from the grave of the old man. It said:

"The legend has fallen, but it's not definite. Nothing is ever definite."

Therefore, James came back to life by the power of the prophecy.

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"I.... I'm alive once again..." stuttered James.

"He be an immortal!. Run everyone!" yelled the great evil.

The great evil was killed from a plane crashing to him; however, everyone else in the plane had been killed as well. At least for now, the evil has finally died.

The Final Years

James grew up to be a prophet. He told of many great prophecies, and realized that the circle of evil coming back would continue forever. Until the circle was broken by something or someone. And so, a new prophecy was told, perhaps for the last time.

Edited out because it really is just a bunch of crap. I don't blame leggy for not giving me the bonus points