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Meeting Someone New - Part One "I'll be back from the market soon. Don't get yourself into trouble. You're free to roam the apartment as always. Be careful, okay?"

Cry's words still hung in the air as Felix paced by the door anxiously. A few hours had passed and the miniature Swede had grown impatient, even irritated, waiting for Cry's arrival, to have someone there to play games and watch television with him. Someone to make pancakes and eat with him as they joked about the most ridiculous things that had happened to them in the past.

He was bored.

Felix sighed, finally giving in and leaning against the door frame, the frigid breeze from the hallway creeped in an

Sleepy Boopy Time"Ah!" The masked man shrieked out, his laughter shortly following.

Russ died laughing as he sprayed fire at the boomer, failing horribly in the process.

The clock read 3:28 AM, the time glowing brightly on the computer screen.

For years they've done the same activity each Saturday night.

Late Night with Cry and Russ.

Cry had shown his face to the world about seven years back and now showed his webcam along with Russ.

He still wore the white poker faced masked just for effect.

Just to remember.

Three small shadows emitted from behind Cry, his fans noticing automatically.

"Who's there?"

"What the fuck?"

"Is it. . ."

"No it can be.

A Reason To Survive One misplaced footfall. One small miscalculation. Then your life ends.

The same lines rung through my head as I watched, eyes struck with horror, as the silver male who was just laughing along with me was now oozing a very scary pool of blood.

Snarling, I shifted forms, my fangs ripping the flesh off the back of the evil brute that was slowly killing my friend. It growled out in pain, slashing into my left side as I pounced onto it's back, tearing it's flesh with razor sharp claws.

Dropping to the floor, the evil creature's flesh torn to shreds, I shifted back and hurried over to the fading silver form.

Slipping in the deep crimson blood

Blackmailing RevengeStephano frowned, blushing in embarrassment as he stared at PewDie who held the video camera in front of him. The blonde Swede chuckled as he waved the sword tauntingly in front of him.

They all stood in the middle of PewDie's living room. The furniture was all pushed to the side in order to give Stephano enough space, as if he needed it.

"Come on Stephano. . . You want your sword back? Do it." The gamer said, smirking madly as he held the recording device up.

"Hell no. . . I'm not doing that. It's going to end badly." Stephano stated, frowning more.

PewDie chuckled as he blackmailed the golden man, "Fine. Do it or I will post it up on Yo

PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Seven

Mr. Chair. . .

I scrutinized the crumpled ashen stonework for what seemed like forever.

I couldn't resume slumbering.

I was. . . petrified. . .

Stephano had escaped from his jail cell, I was bewildered by why he didn't draw near to murder me first. He crept up to murder Cry in his dormancy, his thirst for Cry's blood dripping on his fingertips making him beg not to be acknowledged by anyone else.

I was content Piggeh was cognizant and keeping watch at the moment, or we all would have been bloodless by now, trapped in this lurid world forever.

Stephano didn't go out without a fight though, that's why I admire him. He fought as Piggeh dra

Someone Just Like YouFelix reached a hand out to clasped his miniature refrigerator handle, jerking it open as he ventured inside to retrieve his beloved juice, pouring the contents of it into his minuscule glass cup. The silence of yet another peaceful morning coursed through him, causing the mini Swede to grin contently as he seated himself and shut his eyes, capturing all the sounds of nothing and everything at once.

A clicking of a door sealing shut caused the fifteen year old to glance upwards from his seated position out past the small windows of his home.

"Felix?" Miss Moore called out, knocking on the Swede's door gently, as if not to disturb him or th

Bloody Trapland - Sample"Goddamn brofists." I muttered underneath my shallow breathing. Panting heavily, I stood up and stretched from the spot where I had fallen.

Cry strode onwards, determined to press forward until we reached the ending.

We needed to get the hell out of here.

Our last level consisted of pounding brofists, speeding bullets, razor sharp cutting devices, and other deadly weapons consisted of a level floating above an empty abyss. The first brofist already pounding away into the unbreakable ground.

Cry turned and met my eyes. His fluffy green ears twitched excitedly for a moment before he locked eyes with me. Behind his mask, I could make the si

A Gamer's Year - 2012Felix was seated at his desk, contently drinking his glass of champagne before carefully placing it on his desk, leaning back against his leather seat. He scrolled through his channel, grinning contently as he went by, different games of all types of genres passed by the screen in a rush.

One of oddly colored pink and green males passed by as they threw an arm around the other, bro-fisting the other gleefully. Another of large purple creatures and a scientist flew by as well as a silent “You can’t do shit brah!” Was heard, causing Felix chuckle softly, taking another small sip from his glass.

A pixelated man came into view

Milkshakes And Gold - Music DrabbleThe golden male gripped onto his hair brush after making sure the coast was clear. He swayed his hips to the beat of the oh so familiar song, singing along to the lyrics.

"My milkshake brings all the bros to the yard and they're like it's better than yours. Damn right. It's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge." He sung, a bit off tune as he continued to dance in front of his mirror.

A blonde head peeped into the crack of the door, snickering as he watched his golden friend dance. He murmured the lyrics silently under his breath as he watched the shirtless Frenchman act out of line for once in his life.

"La la la la la,

Lost...Chapter two: Piggeh's PUMPED When I woke up my vision was blurry and my head felt like it was spinning. I blinked a few times attempting to look around. "Jennifer?" I asked the shadows of which she slipped out of "Ohh your awake!" Her voice was more bubbly now then when we first met, mine was rough and hoarse from sleep. I noticed there was dry blood on my pillow as I responded "Yeah." I cleared my throat desperately "I feel a lot better thank you." She gave me a warm smile "Your welcome...Aradia right?" She asked me unsurely. I nodded "That's right." I touched my hand where the wound was, running my fingers over the dry blood but not finding the wound. I was just about

PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Eight

Stephano. . .

Clank. . . Clank. . . Clank. . .

I took consideration of my feet falling one after the other, trailing everyone. Head sunken and eyes occluded, I assumed I was a prisoner to them, hauling the rear with bloodshot eyes.

I overheard PewDie's chuckle, making my head shoot upwards for what felt like the millionth time that minute.

He faced Cry, the lantern he clasped illuminated the Archives we recently strolled into, laughing as Cry told him a story about how he had drifted off while. . . recording?

What the hell did that mean?

My vision blurred somewhat at the borders, making me blink several times before I froze in my spot

Killing Sanity - Sucked In DayZ - Part One

PewDie...
I opened my eyes widely, squinting automatically at the bright aqua sky that hung above me. I slowly sat up, feeling my muscles protest. I looked around the large meadow I was sitting in, a large hill to my left and what looked like the ocean shore. It's rough, sharp sea shells beamed the sun's light into my direction, making me turn away. I stood slowly, my legs wobbling underneath me as if it couldn't bear my weight, yet I still stood tall. I looked around slowly as I spun, "I know this place." I muttered quietly to myself. The realization hit me just as I turned to a building off into the far distance. I froze in my spot, "Day Z

Growing Up With NightmaresStephano awoke, his frail body was drenched in frigid sweat as he panted heavily, trying to slow his racing heart. His sheets were strewn across the bed, covering every inch of it except for his shivering golden form. Turning to his right, he hoped for the bed that held the familiar silver form to be there, waiting for him to crawl underneath the covers to give comfort to the young boy. Something to allow the miniature growing statue to assist him in resuming dormancy.

It was vacuous.

Stephano's eyes dilated, brimmed with tears as images of his older sibling being beaten to near death passed by his vision.

He wasn't here.

He rose, glanc

PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Five

PewDie. . .

The sun shone bright in my eyes, causing me to squint against it.

I slowly sat up to find Stephano and Cry sitting in the middle of the room, conversing about ways to escape the castle, fighting tactics, and such.

Stephano's back was towards me, Cry facing my direction.

I felt warmth course through my body for a moment, What was up with that dream...?

Cry noticed me up out of the corner of his eyes, or mask, and beckoned me over.

I slowly got up and staggered over to them, sitting on the floor.

"But I'll be able to fight them off while you all run." Stephano said impatiently.

"Well that's a nice way to get yourself killed

Stephano's Mission Chapter five: Bros vs Barrels? When I had peered inside I could not believe what I saw. The leader of the barrels and the bro both in human form where fighting about who should kidnap Pewdie?! I was confused and angry I growled at the others "Stay here..." I burst in slamming the door behind me so they wouldn't see the other's. Both parties stared at me when I yelled loudly "WHERE IS PEWDIE!? I KNOW YOU TOOK HIM!" there was hurt in my voice. The barrels leader stepped towards me "Do you have it?" I glared "Your not getting it barrels!" The bro stepped in "I have Pewdie in custody and we where making a deal!" The barrel suddenly pulled out a gun the deal is off! The Bro's

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My footsteps echoed through the corridor that was bathed with a mix of a soft violet and a powerful royal blue.

Where am I? I mused as I continued.

A hand rested softly on my shoulders as we walked.

Who is that? I wondered in my thoughts.

A red rose was clutched in my small hands protectively, its soft velvet petals letting off some sort of mellow glow.

"Ib…"

I turned around but nobody was there, meaning I was alone in the corridor. I began walking again, back to where I was headed.

Where am I going? I thought to myself silently.

The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound

Killing Sanity - Sucked In DayZ - Part Four

Toby...
I jumped down, followed by Nova and Cry. I saw PewDie about to jump down and I shook my head, "Stay up there PewDie. You'll be safer, also you're the worst wounded. Stay up there and we'll fight off this group." He shook his head and jumped down anyways, pulling out the blade we forced him to exchange for instead of that toilet seat. I pulled out the pipe I still had and Cry and Nova each pulled out two handguns, filling it with ammo. The sky held hardly any light as dusk soon switched to night. I bit my lip as I took a glance towards PewDie. He seemed alright for now, but I still saw that crazy look in his eyes. We have to fight the

Killing Sanity - Sucked In DayZ - Part Three

PewDie...
I watched the fire lick up the wood, stretching out my sore legs. We had been fighting and running from the zombies all day, we were all worn out. I yawned tiredly as I looked around our group. Nova was asleep, Cry was patching up Toby's wounds, and Toby was biting his lip from the pain. I leaned back and threw my head up to look at the stars. My thoughts drifted everywhere, not really staying on one subject for too long, eventually ending on Marzia. Do you know where I am? Trapped inside this hell, without escape? I called out to her in my thoughts. I was interrupted from my thoughts when a strong French voice made my blood run co

Killing Sanity - Sucked In DayZ - Part Two

PewDie...
I twiddled with Nova's knife between my fingers as we walked, trying to process everything that has happened today. The little bit of lasting light slowly faded into darkness as we walked towards the warehouse Nova was taking me to. He held a flashlight that lit the way brightly, and we walked quietly. My mind felt like it was getting foggier by the minute as I trailed behind him in the darkness. I felt dizzy in my head and sick to my stomach until it got to a point where I felt myself fall forward. I opened my eyes and my head was between my knees, Nova rubbing my back. He seemed concerned, "Hey, PewDie... PewDie are you okay? Can

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Forever Young

by *Wolf4821, Oct 24, 2012, 9:11:44 PM
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What if we could live forever?

"It's not possible." Stephano muttered silently, not believing the words that reached his ears, echoing throughout the silent room.

"It's true." Piggeh replied back to the refusing golden god, a nodding Mr. Chair sniffled, looking down at the floor.

"How. . . " The Frenchman trailed off, tears brimming his eyes as he watched them, he didn't want to believe it.

He didn't want to accept it.

Mr. Chair shook his head softly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor, "Old age. . . It was time for him to go."

"How? How are we still here? We're a part of him. . . He's gone. But we're. . ." Stephano tried, tears choking up his words as he struggled to hold them in.

"Forever young." Jennifer finished, tears streaming down her cheeks as she silently cried.

The four came close for a group hug, silent tears fell, drumming on the carpet floor of the passed Swede's apartment.

"PewDie. . ." Stephano mumbled, his voice a silent whine.

~~~

Two weeks after the funeral service, Stephano posted the news on the web before shutting down the computer, never again to power it up.

Because he knew.

It may have been years, but the bros were still there. The bro army still grew.

He knew.

Everywhere, adults from all over, remembered. Remembered of the man who saved them, gave them humor, brought their frowns up and made their days better.

Stephano knew.

Everywhere. Old bros, new bros, bros worldwide would be in despair. Remembering of the Swedish gamer who was theirs.

Everywhere, on the radio, web, or television, each one found out. Each bro heard the news, pausing from their daily necessities.

Pausing, they waited, the name ringing a bell in their memory somewhere.

Then it clicked.

The fandom they were addicted to as children, having to leave it behind after needing to follow their dreams, tend to their families.

PewDiePie.

An all too familiar blonde Swedish let's player on the web.

PewDiePie was pronounced dead.

They would all freeze, their muscles locking and clenching from nerves. Their hearts slowly fell apart into a pile of shattered pieces.

Everywhere, bros young and old called out, wailing.

Because he's no longer there.

The desperate cries of agony sounded worldwide, out for the gamer who brought their spirits up.

Gone forever.

. . . but not entirely.

He leaves an imprint in the hearts of us bros, he will forever. His videos, his jokes, his comments, his characters.

The blonde gamer leaves his imprint everywhere. So we won't forget him. Never forget him.

Because even when he's gone. . .

He will always be forever young.

Forever Youngby *Wolf4821

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Let's Just Hope This Doesn't Happen For A Very Very Long Time.
Long Live PewDiePie.
. . .
iRegret Nothing.
Not Even Viciously Ripping Your Feelings Out To Bottle Them As My Own.
Nope.
Not At All.
. . .
Erm. Yeah.
iGot This Idea While Writing His Birthday Story. . .
From What The Barrel Said, About Him Being Closer To Death.
iWondered. . .
What Would Happen When He Did Die?
How Would We React?
Boom.
Something Like That.
This Was Really Awkward To Write Only Because I'm Not So Used To Handling Sad Feelings Like This.
So Yeah.
iRegret Nothing.
~Wolfy