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On a separate note, our board is just truly awesome. The conclusion of this epic at the same time as GE coming back. LML (loving my life).

I agree. This board is awesome. Glad I found it half way through the season. Took me ages to actually post something though.
 
Well done thorne. Just congrats. It's awesome.

I would love to see what you can do when you write for serious and spend a bit more time. If i was you i'd try working on something for a while in your spare time send it around to a few places get some feedback you never know what reception you might get. Your good don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

PS i can't believe it ended up that long! Didn't realise only reading one at a time.

Thanks mate, I might give that a go. :thumbsu:

And it's funny, it doesn't seem that long writing it when you're having as much fun as I was.
 
Now I want more stories to read, Thorne. Write another one soon! :thumbsu:
 

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I'm just bouncing ideas around, but how about a prequel (an extended flashback, if you will) explaining the conspiracy pre-Koby's death followed by a sequel detailing the rise of Eddie and his schemes? Similar to the Machete order of Star Wars.
Would make a great trilogy!
 
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon when it happened. The boys had rocked up for the usual pre-season training, but something had gone terribly wrong.

For Masten had trained the house down. He had trained several houses down. He trained so hard, a rip in the space-time continuum was created, causing himself, McGovern, McGinnity and Ashton hams to be transported to the seventh dimension.

A dimension infested with tall robotic dinosaurs, 5.35 meters tall, which ran on the mucus extracted from dead squids. Things weren't right in the seventh dimension, the evil queen bee had ruling over Loastavaskan, and innocent purple tuna were being forced to manufacture iPods - devices which cooked instant noodles. In order for the four to return back to the life they knew, they must defeat the queen bee, who will then guide them to Professor Duncan, who was no professor at all, but in fact, a tie salesman from new mexico. He is the man that has the codes. Codes of which activate the secret boolovikan missile, a missile which could strike any target and then explode. Once the codes are safely entered into the large mainframe located inside the large guitar. A guitar so large, all the other guitars were jealous, especially the triangle. The triangle never got a long with McGinnity, because the triangle is a pretty boring instrument. The guitar will then play a series of notes, guiding McGovern towards microscopic wooden chair. Only then will the four young men be able to find the red boots, when tapped three times, activated a series of electrochemical signals in the atmosphere, sending the boys home.

Can they do it?

Find out when i'm not drunk.
 
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon when it happened. The boys had rocked up for the usual pre-season training, but something had gone terribly wrong.

For Masten had trained the house down. He had trained several houses down. He trained so hard, a rip in the space-time continuum was created, causing himself, McGovern, McGinnity and Ashton hams to be transported to the seventh dimension.

A dimension infested with tall robotic dinosaurs, 5.35 meters tall, which ran on the mucus extracted from dead squids. Things weren't right in the seventh dimension, the evil queen bee had ruling over Loastavaskan, and innocent purple tuna were being forced to manufacture iPods - devices which cooked instant noodles. In order for the four to return back to the life they knew, they must defeat the queen bee, who will then guide them to Professor Duncan, who was no professor at all, but in fact, a tie salesman from new mexico. He is the man that has the codes. Codes of which activate the secret boolovikan missile, a missile which could strike any target and then explode. Once the codes are safely entered into the large mainframe located inside the large guitar. A guitar so large, all the other guitars were jealous, especially the triangle. The triangle never got a long with McGinnity, because the triangle is a pretty boring instrument. The guitar will then play a series of notes, guiding McGovern towards microscopic wooden chair. Only then will the four young men be able to find the red boots, when tapped three times, activated a series of electrochemical signals in the atmosphere, sending the boys home.

Can they do it?

Find out when i'm not drunk.

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It was a normal Tuesday afternoon when it happened. The boys had rocked up for the usual pre-season training, but something had gone terribly wrong.

For Masten had trained the house down. He had trained several houses down. He trained so hard, a rip in the space-time continuum was created, causing himself, McGovern, McGinnity and Ashton hams to be transported to the seventh dimension.

A dimension infested with tall robotic dinosaurs, 5.35 meters tall, which ran on the mucus extracted from dead squids. Things weren't right in the seventh dimension, the evil queen bee had ruling over Loastavaskan, and innocent purple tuna were being forced to manufacture iPods - devices which cooked instant noodles. In order for the four to return back to the life they knew, they must defeat the queen bee, who will then guide them to Professor Duncan, who was no professor at all, but in fact, a tie salesman from new mexico. He is the man that has the codes. Codes of which activate the secret boolovikan missile, a missile which could strike any target and then explode. Once the codes are safely entered into the large mainframe located inside the large guitar. A guitar so large, all the other guitars were jealous, especially the triangle. The triangle never got a long with McGinnity, because the triangle is a pretty boring instrument. The guitar will then play a series of notes, guiding McGovern towards microscopic wooden chair. Only then will the four young men be able to find the red boots, when tapped three times, activated a series of electrochemical signals in the atmosphere, sending the boys home.

Can they do it?

Find out when i'm not drunk.
Your not drunk your high. Youve gone loco.
 
16 387 words in total, thorne. Great stuff!
Haha holy shit. And here I am struggling to come up with a further 3000 for my thesis. I've done about 1000 in the time that thorne wrote 16000.

I wish I had that fluency.
 
Haha holy shit. And here I am struggling to come up with a further 3000 for my thesis. I've done about 1000 in the time that thorne wrote 16000.

I wish I had that fluency.
If your thesis was making jokes about football you'd probably find it a little easier. I assume it's not, though.
 

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i dunno, those coppers 62s are really good..........

isn't anyone curious as to whether they will make it back to the 3rd dimension? :(
I'm curious about the instant noodles. Hams flavour, I assume?
 
I have some exciting ideas; not enough to write it straight away though. I'll keep you all informed. :)
I have read all of your stories since the beginning and after i read the first i doubted that you could live up to the standard of how the first few. But as the story progressed, it just seemed to get better and better, especially when you added two of my favourite players in Scoots and Shue. How you managed to write 16,000 words and keep it so captavating is remarkable and shows that you have talent to go on and write greater things. I hope you take aboard all the advice that the members on this thread have given you and give writing a real crack. Best of luck mate, looking forward to the sequel. :thumbsu:
 

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Outstanding stuff, Thorne.

Still my favourite part:
“You wanna grab a churro on the way home?”

“I…I don’t understand…”

Scooter laughed at his friends’ foolishness. “It’s simple. It’s like a doughnut, only it’s…”
 
Outstanding stuff, Thorne.

Still my favourite part:
“You wanna grab a churro on the way home?”

“I…I don’t understand…”

Scooter laughed at his friends’ foolishness. “It’s simple. It’s like a doughnut, only it’s…”

Mine too. Scoot was still innocent then...to the readers anyway... :eek:
 

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