Artman, to the rescue!
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(To the tune of Secret Agent Man Theme Song)
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He's a human with a bih-ig Bazo-oh-ka!

Dunuh dunuh!

He likes to paint, and blood fits him quite we-he-he-ell!

He's got more than just mad skills!

He's got a brush and an eas-il.

And the woman swoon whenever they hear him say:

Paint, paint.

He's Artman! Artman the hu-hoo-man!

Dunuh dunuh!

Artman! Artman the-

AWESOME GUY!

That hurt.

Ya know the Perry the Padypus Theme Song from that show..whats it called...Fineeus and Ferb? Well That theme song music was ripped off of Secret agent man's.

Hmm....you may be right....

*Exasperated face*

All this thinking is hurting my head.

BLOOM BAGUHBOOM BAM!

Maam, i dont have judge license anymore. I do however have madness.

BUT IT'S NOT MADNESS I SAY

IT

IS

PASTA

What? Thought i was gonna use some meme?

Once upon a time...

And they all remained bored up till now.

But then we realized it was just a hot dog.

And a lot of blood.

Why are we storytelling with our parts come together? o.o

With our minds brainstorming.

a wolver bit trobolta for hitting my friend...

rwar i went to Stonehenge today...

I am Isekuube in disguise. and i say no to that notion.

Maybe if you havent used your face and break the keyboard, you'd still be doing it some more.

gimmie gimmie gimmie i want pika.

Pika pika pikaaa PIKAAAAAAAA (kills everybody with thunderbolt, or at least K.O. If you have shock resist gear, pika (dang))

Nice pika

I have no idea how this' gonna go. I'm just randomly picking an idea, then am gonna roll with it from there.

Here goes.

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It was cold.

That's all Farrah could think about really, the cold, where here on Outpost 32, there wasn't much else BUT that to think about.

Drawing the extra Wolver coat around himself for warmth, he took back that thought. He could think about how warm he would be if he WASN'T here.

The smell of hot chocolate wafted past his nose. Looking up, he saw a Purple mug with the initials M.O.M, and a caption under it worded: 'Because misery loves company.'

"Would there be something wrong if I said you'll catch a cold here?" The warm face of the speaker rivaled that of the hot drink in her hands.

Farrah accepted the mug eagerly, sipping some of the heated brew before letting out a deep sigh.

"Thanks Miranda. I needed that." He said before handing the mug back to her.

She shrugged. "We gotta stick together. 'Post 32 rules. Don't think you've got a girl after only two days on duty." She grinned with a wink.

Farrah held his hands up slightly in mock indignation. "Are you implying that there are ladies who could resist my charm?"

She slapped him on the back playfully. "Yep. And they wouldn't have to look past the frost on your face to do it. You look like a snowman!"

"No I don't..." He trailed off as he turned off to the side and brushed his face, just in case.

Miranda laughed. "Don't worry, we'll look after you. How's that coat Hurit gave you holding up?"

Farrah pulled it closer around him, shuffling around experimentally. "It's good. At least I can feel the rest of my body now. You sure he didn't have a spare VOG coat? Those things are like portable heaters."

"Sorry, outpost regulations." Miranda shrugged. "Sometimes we need to do stealth missions, and the heat from a Vog coat would give away our position easier, more so in a winter wonderland like this."

Farrah scowled and buried his chin into the coat. Just his luck to bring the Standard-issue Cobalt gear on an outpost mission. If he knew the conditions, he'd have crafted a Wolver coat before he left. At least he wouldn't have to borrow like a newbie from other Knights. Luckily, they were nice about it.

There were twenty of them stationed in this outpost. His cabin was known as the Permafrost division. So far he had met Hurit, who had given him this coat, Kelvan and Kelvet, a pair of twins and Miranda, the tomboy who was nicer than she'd like to let on.

He had yet to see Yurin, who he was told was the leader of their division. He had been told Yurin was a reserved one, only telling the team what they needed to know when they needed it. Farrah wanted to make a good impression, but all he had done so far was borrow things and seem out of place.

Miranda noticed the look on his face. "Cheer up buddy!" She slapped him on the back, startling him from his thoughts. "We're a family here, and you're our new little brother. So don't worry about making a fool out of yourself."

She checked her timekeeper on her HUD. "Oops, looks like I have to head off to scout the southern border of our area. I'll see ya later Far!" She ran off with a light wave.

Far nodded and waved a little, careful not to leave the comforting warmth of the coat.

At least the company was good.

Suddenly, the Wolver coat was snatched from his grasp. Feeling exposed, Farrah felt around a bit before spinning around, only to see Kelvan and Kelvet giggling like a pair of excited chimps.

"Give that back!" He yelled to the Chroma-wearing pair.

They just giggled. "'Back'?" Said Kelvan. "You mean to say this coat is yours?" Added Kelvet.

Farrah was at a loss for words. "Well, no, but..."

The twins gasped in mock astonishment. "Not yours? You don't mean you?" They shared a sneaky glance. "STOLE it?" They said suggestively.

Farrah was taken aback. He really didn't want to be thought of as a thief. "No! It's not like that! Um...ah...Hurit gave that to me!" He yelled, hugging his shoulders as the cold started to creep into the metal of his suit.

"Give it to you?" Said Kelvan. "Or took it from him?" Added Kelvet.

"No! That's not true! I would never-" Farrah was cut off by something furry attaching itself to his back.

"Give it up, they won't stop until you run crying." A voice deadpanned as the owner walked up alongside.

The twins pouted. "Aw, Hurit, you're no fun."

Hurit ignored them. "Don't worry, I'll get my coat back from them later. I didn't give you both because they'd just steal both from you, and then you'd really be stuck. You're too much of an easy target."

Farrah pulled the new coat around him. it was evident they were kept on a heater rack.

"Thanks man, I owe you another one. And you had TWO of these?"

Hurit pushed up his glasses under his hood. "I am always prepared." He stated matter-of-factly.

Abruptly, a long, high whistle blasted through the air, followed by three quick bursts. It repeated itself once more before stopping

"What was that?" Farrah started, before he noticed Hurit was walking away.

"A warning. From Miranda. Single party threat. Thirty contacts. Assistance needed." The Cloak-clad armourer informed him.

"...Tell me you're prepared for that." Farrah said nervously.

He stopped as an Ascended Calibur thrust itself infront of his face. His. "Outpost rule #25. Always carry a weapon with you, in case of surprise assault." The monotone spoke without reprimand.

Farrah accepted his weapon gratefully. "Well, I guess we better get going then. Where-"

He was cut off by a sudden scream that pierced the air, startling them all out of step.

"...That can't be good..." He whispered, before realizing Hurit had taken off at a sprint now, and was some distance ahead of him.

Clipping the Wolver Coat to his armour, Farrah followed quickly, forcing his frozen limbs to move despite the biting cold. Whatever was going on, they might need him there. He may finally get to prove himself, and repay the debts he already owed.

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That turned out somewhat better than I initially expected. I may continue that yet.

Still bored. You guys are boring.

I know! Generic Fanfiction time!!!!1!

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So like there was this knight who landed on Cradle and his pod exploded.

No wait that's not right.

Anyway his pod crashed and he got out with a killer migraine and crappy equipment.

And then Kora was like "hey arshloch get your arse over here you half-arsed arse arse awhnfiojeogrignaiwyugw-"

But then the knight was like "no u go die in a hole"

And then a monster popped out and was like "slorp boing" and it was like a jelly or something

And teh knight ate it as the spelling continued 2 degrade with each run-on sentenc.

TWO B COTINUDE

@Icecube it was fun owning you in LD btw, :D

Younger Brother: You know ... maybe I should be the mental one and you should just invent.

Me: Why so? Why should I be the one to just invent? Why can't i do both?

Younger Brother: Well, if you'd like ...

Me: Maybe I should. I like being mental and inventive. It what makes Cradle go round.

Tylon stood in the doom, waiting to be allowed in. He dreaded how he would leave. After waiting a bit longer, a knight said he could enter the room hidden behind the dark mahogany brown double doors. Really, they were made from a mix of Iron wood and a dusting of gremolonium, so that when someone attacked it...well, they were blown to pieces, but the doors stayed still. But only long enough to evacuate.. As they opened, he quickly started walking and then sat down on the chair, the only thing lit in the room. There was a slight whisper, before the unmovable, unemotional and uncomfortable voice of the judge came through loud and clear. It sent shivers down Tylon's spine.
"So, finally, Tylon you are brought here to be judged. But first I have to ask you these questions;
How old are you?"
"Twenty five,"Tylon said "sir" he added at the end.
'Good. Now, we may begin. You are accused of several assassinations -" BOOM...BOOM...BOOM the continuous sound of thunderous explosions as the double doors were hit and hit again.
"Everybody evacuate NOW" came the judges voice, for once with a non-monotone to it.
[Heck, who wouldn't. These doors only have a slight dusting and five sheets of Ironwood] Tylon thought to himself. Running, Tylon wasn't surprised when nobody tried to grab him. They were to worried. Seeing his opportunity, he grabbed a leviathan blade and turned around to face them...

T.B.C. if ah can be buthered.

Oh, so we're making stories here? Seems like fun.

Lesee...

...

...

Nah. I think I'll post a short poem instead. But which one?

Lets try the Ballad of the Swarm.

In years gone past, in times forgotten,
The God came fleeing, his brothers gone rotten.
A pact was made, as was a trade,
A fortress for him, in exchange for a kingdom.

To storm of darkness, this world must fall,
Unless they come to save us all.
Foes at first, but friends at last,
Closer comes, the Knights of Spiral

Enter the Clockworks, enter your doom;
Inside lays many a brave man's tomb.
To the Core, peace once restored,
Then face the Swarm, not what, but who?

The King, the Queen, the Beasts, the Gourd,
The Slime, the Hounds, the Mare, the Lord.
Awakened together, united by power,
Closer comes, closer the Swarm

Standing talll, their swords held high,
Some will live, many will die.
But in battle that day, one side shall be slayed,
And this world shall rise, or it shall die.

Turn to face the oncoming storm,
Forces united, a planet reborn.
Fight fire with fire, the time is dire,
Beware, beware, the coming Swarm.