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It began with a dream. A dream to be the very best, when the very best at the time is no better than sliced bread. To be the guy who invented the word �awe�, and the man who invented the word �some�. It wouldn�t matter if they were the same person, or if they were three people. The only reason for that is because nobody cares about the words �awe� and �some� when by themselves. People rarely use �awe�, and they always use �some�, so it�s not like they pay attention to the words anyways. The one who did, however, found that these two words fitted quite well together. Eventually, the two words together would erupt into the best substitute for �cool� since �radtacular�.

 

 

If you didn�t understand the previous paragraph, it starts out very simply. Four kids, doing whatever kids do, just sorta do stuff. �In what environments, writer? What are they like, writer? What brought them together, writer?� Well, you�re going to have to get through this prologue to understand kiddos. No exceptions, this stuff doesn�t just fall out of the sky. Nor does it fall out of a spaceship, or a waterfall, or a specific name that starts with a T. Writer, doesn�t mind telling the protagonist�s names, though.

 

 

Thom, Kiera, Jay-Hon, and Mac. Don�t ask how the names surfaced, unless you want to ask the real guys yourself. No refunds, call 3481953725. Well, that number doesn�t exist in your world, dimension, whatever it would be with your logic. Unless you have an intergalactic or an interdimensional telephone plan, than I suggest you don�t try calling, either. Hey, at least it isn�t a 1-800 number. Aren�t those types of numbers the enemy of you people over this inter-whatever plane anyways? You might be asking now, �But writer, how do you write from over in your galactic plane?� Simple. I�m better than you.

 

 

So, you might be wondering once more (I suggest you stop wondering while you read this, you might get a nasty headache) �Hey writer, what do these guys do, anyways?� Well, for one, they aren�t all male. One of them has no Y chromosome. Here is where you start wondering some dirty, dirty things. Well that won�t happen unless a certain someone with a T starts becoming naughty again. I want you to guess, out of all those manly, manly names, which one is a female one. Just to take your mind off of things.

 

 

These four have a special bond. No, it�s nothing to do with an organization, some religion, or a cult or anything. They are four knights, well, the closest thing to knights. It all has to do with having upside down letters and fruit filling inside of cakes. Both are completely plausible, but strange and almost unnoticed by the majority of society. Rarely does someone fill cake with fruit filling, and ladders are usually not upside down. These clue facts, however, is what makes our four knights not really knights, and these specific people to join into one specific group.

 

The only group.

 

 

This word is awesome.

 

This world is awesome

 

This is Team Awesome.

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intersing story.Yep that's all i have to say

I love your writing. Keep writing, I'm going to love to read more. ^^ Your way of having a "dialogue" with the reader is such an interesting way of writing that it made me read everything three times. o.o Please keep going.

lol, this made me laugh so much. I wanna see more.

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Yay, people like me. Well, you will get bad references and idiotic jokes from me, with some serrious points and actual internal conflicts!

 

 

But whatever have fun.

 

 

Chapter one: Best Group.

 

 

They sat around a campfire, staring at each other. They formed a circle around the colorful flames, although they were far enough away so that the fire wouldn�t singe their wonderful, shiny hair. One, who�s hair was green, yawned. Another with black hair, yawned as well. Soon the other two yawned together, signaling that they were tired. They didn�t speak, just sat there together silently. One turned their head around, possibly paranoid that something was watching them. Or they just wanted to stretch their neck.

 

 

 

�Is something wrong?� Thom asked the girl who turned her head.

 

 

 

�Nope, just stretching my neck out.�

 

 

 

�Oh.� Thom said, who was actually hoping for some more heroic action, for he is the hero in this story. He yawned once more and leaned towards the fire. His mouth opened, closed, and opened again. He forgot what he was going to say, so he simply closed his mouth again.

 

 

 

�Hey, remember what it was like when we first met?� Kiera asked, her eyes gleaming as the question came out of her mouth.

 

 

 

�Not really.� Mac answered, roasting a marshmallow on a stick that just randomly appeared into his hands.

 

 

 

�Oh.�

 

 

 

The camp was once more surrounded in silence. Not even a single rustle in the woods, nor a single breath was heard from one another. The crackling fire suddenly went out, and they were left only with the stars to stare at. The shine of their armor was no longer visible, and all they could do at the moment was sit there.

 

 

 

�Who calls lookout duty?�

 

 

 

�Everyone knows it�s your turn, Kiera.�

 

 

Everyone stared at Kiera, even though it was extremely dark and they could barely see each other. She sighed, sat straight up, and turned around.

 

 

 

�Alright, you guys go in your tent and do man stuff.� She said, waving them off even though they couldn�t see her do it.

 

 

Jay-Hon, Thom, and Mac all went straight into their tents, which were all a very boring, normal tent color.

 

 

Kiera was obviously not the strongest of the group. However, she was the one who was most willing to do all the dirty work for the team. All the chores and meaningless tasks that they had to take care of, she was eager to do for all of them. She was still not as educated or as strong as her other comrades. She quite enjoyed it this way, because that would mean she was the last one in line to go and die. She was afraid of many things, as well as extremely paranoid. The girl didn�t have much of anything special about her, and if she did, then it wasn�t discovered yet. The useless party member number 4 who could only use the attack move, no magic, no anything, and did the least amount of damage. She was also the person who was most likely to get kidnapped, which marked her as �Clich�haracter Number 3�. Kiera was, however, somewhat useful in some cases. She overestimated herself in times when they weren�t trouble, and underestimates herself when in trouble. If she was put under extreme pressure, she would snap and totally go crazy on whoever made her troubled. Sadly, with this, she also feels an extreme guilt when she does something wrong. This gives everyone the question, �Well, why is she on team awesome?� Well, she started Team Awesome.

 

 

She is still not the hero though.

 

 

Do note that Kiera is female. Maybe that is the reason for her ever-so-weird personality. Maybe the reason she is useless is simply because the rest of the team is older and more experienced than her. Maybe she isn�t useless, and I lied to you. Here comes THE CLICH�LINE. This girl, Kiera, would be greater than she would ever have imagined after this experience.

 

 

After a message from our sponsors.

 

 

******

 

 

Thom, whom after an exhausting staring contest with the fire outside of the tent, laid down on his uncomfortable blanket and stared up at the top of his tent. He couldn�t sleep, not for any reason in particular, he just didn�t want to sleep is all. He shouldn�t of put out the fire either, so he could play with it more. He made it and reluctantly ended it, and yet he still cannot sleep. His brown hair that looks black was in front of his green eyes like it usually was because it was long and really needed a haircut. Nobody ever wanted to cut his hair though, because he was a pyro and would burn down their house.

 

Well, not their house, he would just melt all of their combs. Everyone knew that people cannot cut hair without their combs though.

 

 

 

Thom found himself frustrated by his behavior, constantly tossing and turning on the hard floor of his tent. He has slept in the tent quite a few times before, and never found the experience particularly uncomfortable. The young man knew that he was worrying about his untidy hairdo, but he wasn�t that in need of a haircut. He could just grow it out longer and be like one of those anime main characters that kicks ass and drinks tea. Thom could become a half cat demon thing and go solo. He is the hero, the rest are side characters.

 

 

Maybe he simply couldn�t sleep because there seemed to be no reason to do so. Maybe he felt a strong presence around his tent, an evil presence. Could there possibly be a villain nearby? Would he possibly hear maniacal laughing in the next 5 minutes, followed by the most useless member getting mauled by some horrible creature? Probably not, but it wouldn�t be a bad guess. Everything would happen to them, because they were Team Awesome after all. Only the best of the best were aloud in Team Awesome, even though there hasn�t been any death threats or demands lately� There never were any to begin with, anyways.

 

 

First, they didn�t have any phones, which were extremely expensive and cost like, 7319531monnys. They were Team Awesome, not �Team My Parents Give Me Everything I Want Team�. Otherwise, they wouldn�t be out here fighting crime, and the forces of evil. They would be fighting bad fashion statements and giving people makeovers if they looked extremely ugly. None of the team members looks particularly discussing, but more like they were in a crappy anime-like game with dramatic, awesome clothing and big shoes.

 

 

This is where Thom is tempted to check on our most likely candidate for being love interest in the best group EVAR. �Writer, why is there only o-� SHUT UP, OK?! I�m going through a rough time, and I need some f*** mother f*** son of a b****in tissues. Oh and I need those little censor asterisk for future cussing, as I have seemed to run out. No, don�t ask why the characters will be cussing. Don�t ask why I feel bad with one of those frowny faces, or you will be next. As the creepy pasta goes, you shouldn�t have done that.

 

 

Anyways, so Thom goes on to check on Kiera, the indecisive, unpredictable female male thing of the group. You know those commercials that we played earlier? They sucked.

 

 

�Yo, Kiera, I heard you liked guarding the tents and all, but I can�t sleep, so maybe you should uhh, take a break or something�� Thom said, and trailed off very dramatically. Something had to have been horribly wrong, because he trailed off very dramatically!

 

 

�Oh hey Thom.�

 

 

�You ruined the moment.�

 

 

�Cool story, bro.�

 

 

They sat in a very, very awkward silence for a bit. Kiera didn�t turn around to face Thom, and Thom didn�t attempt to walk in front of Kiera. The others were in their tent fast asleep, so they didn�t turn around to face Thom and Kiera. Not that they needed a dramatic scene from the 2 overrated characters, I mean, only people who like cheesy vampire love scenes like those kinds of things. Mac and Jay-Hon were better than that. They preferred long walks on the beach.

 

 

The time the two sat there, through silence and loneliness, they felt true friendship. Not love, friendship. Thom had suddenly went from rage to a strange, odd respect that only action books and strange anime shows write in. Not only that, but Thom was feeling that bad sensation that was mentioned earlier again. What kind of signs� are these? He thought to himself, feeling acid reflex deep inside his chest. Wow, I really need to keep an eye on that. Thom didn�t want his worrisome mind to ruin this lovely moment of loveliness for him though!

 

 

A bush rustled. Thom heard a snap and turned around. Then Kiera was being attacked by some humanoid beast thing, because for some reason it had super speed and could obviously do that. Nobody saw that coming, not even hero, who is supposed to know everything and just save everyone and stuff like that. It had a hold of her by the neck as she was struggling to stay alive.

 

 

Thom had to decide if he would burn the beast to a crisp, or let it kill his possible future rival.

 

Then she got a knife out and stabbed the beast rapidly.

 

 

�Either it�s your time of the month or someone has issues�.�

  • 2 weeks later...

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  • 2 weeks later...
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Chapter 1.5: I finally made Chapter 2... Well, 1.5

 

 

Somewhere, in a dream world far, far away, there is a robot who likes tacos and has a green afro. That robot�s name is Mac.

 

This is his story.

 

 

[align=center]�My baby moves at midnight

 

goes right on 'til the dawn

 

My woman takes me higher

 

my woman keeps me warm��[/align]

 

 

The lyrics echoed though the nearly deserted pub, the sound drowned by those of drunken men who lay by the sidelines of a specially-made floor. This floor was blinking multiple colors at multiple times to the beat of the nostalgic disco tune. Only one, however, decided to go out after a glass of vodka, onto that blinking dance floor. Mac TacoRoboMan, one that on first glance didn�t seem like that much of a dancer, was right in front of all those men. Although they were smashed and probably wouldn�t remember the next morning, it was still an audience. An audience of people. Those exact people who would have suspected Mac as a quite, lonely boy. Most of them were drunk, so he was practically dancing in front of no people at all. No people, only if you thought that alcoholics had no souls.

 

 

The man was tall and slender, young looking, and after that quick drink, slightly drunk himself. His hair was quite the sight. A mess of green, fluffy, curly hair that grew out of his metallic scalp was a shocker no doubt. Nobody cared though, because they were laying on the floor, possibly dying of alcohol poisoning. Mac, or as some of his friends called him, Leroy, was looking particularly spectacular this night. A goofy, white shirt tucked into black, smooth, dress pants. A black belt was wrapped around those very pants, just to make sure that those very pants would stay at that very spot, so they don�t fall to the very ground that he had been standing on, which he had decided to dance to that song playing in the background, very well.

 

This Mac- Err, Leroy figure looked down on his tipsy crowed and look down at the floor, tapping his feet to the beat. At a closer look of his skin, he was a very pale silver. Not too silver though, but silver enough to be almost white, simply not dark enough to be anything but after all. His eyes were a brown, open wide in a sort of creeper way. It wasn�t a dark brown either, but a softer type of brown that one would think only made if weirder for him to be in such a place, such as this bar. He was fit enough to be fit, but slender. That slender that was fresh, and who�s age could have been anywhere between fifteen to twenty-one, that is, if that slender felt like looking 15-21, because in the end, nobody knew his age to begin with. Except me, who is the narrator to his dreams. It gets pretty awkward in here, especially when Mac has his moments.

 

Awkward.

 

 

He twisted, he turned, and he held his arm out, wiggling it in a hypnotizing way. Well, hypnotizing to any female persons who weren�t already turned off by the sight of the pants he wore. Plus, they would have to be in their 50�s by now, which would be a major turn off to Mac himself. Plus he was a robot. Lolz.

 

 

��And that�s when I woke up because I remembered I couldn�t consume alcohol.

 

Insert sad emoticon here.� Mac sighed, his voice without emotion of any kind.

 

 

�That was very detailed, Mac. But It sucked.

 

Just saying.�

 

 

�YOU ARE THE ONE WHO SUCKS EGGS, KIERA.�

 

 

 

 

 

 

Errr I didn't want to write lol.

It's pretty funny story and well written.

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