tib8bit (Level 7 - Showdown)
 

coming soon...

what is tib8bit?

A palindrome :D

the palindrome was actually unintentional LOL I realised it halfway through the story :laugh:

Without giving too much away - it'll be set in the TiBB Arcade. The story will be told from Iceman's perspective as he tries to both create new games and conquer existing ones. Of course being tib8bit it'll involve an interactive element - with references to various TiBB members (this time without any WOMBAI jabs :p) and popular computer games.

:bigsmile: Sounds very good.

and I'll actually finish this one :laugh: each chapter will be told in "Levels" - there'll be 7 gameplay levels, an introduction and a conclusion.

He best not steal my Yahtzee Simon or Pinboliada highs score in your story. I will not lose those to him! EVER! :nono:

I can't wait for this.

I'm so excited for this :D

:amazed:

"Eoin, we've had some complaints about you hogging all of the Arcade high scores - it's not exactly a fun competitive environment when the same mutant gaming addict wins everything, is it?" James droned, giving Iceman a reprimanding look.
"I can't help it, I'm just too good," a modest man replied, "perhaps we could give them some new games?" he suggested.
"I'm tired of placating these fools with games! I had dreams of starting the world's first reality television poker series! But will I ever get that?" he snapped, randomly permabanning ithinkiloveyoutoo! "No! Because all these morons care about is pub quizzes and Yahtzee! Well I've had it!"
Eoin was a little bit mortified as James deadministrated (I don't care if this is a neologism, it'll do) himself and made Eoin co-admin. Mark was oddly nonchalant about the whole affair, and Kaz would only find out in 4 months anyway.
"Find your own games, you jackass!" he cackled and took up residency in the music section, forming a rival musical elite to Shaun with a heavy emphasis on the Pink Floyd catelogue, "all in all you're just another dick in the wall!"

'Well that was a rather crude pun,' Eoin observed, 'and one that few of the younger members will get...' he shrugged and suddenly realised his newfound duties. He went to the admin panel when he noticed a PM from arista.

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The forum had drastically changed appearance - and even more worryingly, so had the world outside. Beyond Eoin's window he could notice dark red clouds forming overhead; a distant roar of thunder added to this ominous tone. A loud, resonant voice echoed around the world.

"So, Eoin. You sexy Young spunk. You want to Win the tibb Arcade yes?
Bring It On."

All of TiBB suddenly began to lock members' accounts - the most popular and active users, not to mention the more quirky ones that would provide ample writing material - but this went relatively unnoticed. With the worldwide broadcast, membership rapidly shot up, each new member eager to find out what on Earth was going on. Before Eoin could begin to merge these 98 new threads in 34 different languages, he was sucked into the screen - before being pounced on by Scott.

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"Oh my! :evilgrin:" Scott cooed, before putting his slutty tendencies to rest. "Eoin," he announced in a gravelly voice, "TiBB needs you."
"Yes," a small pink toadstool confirmed before taking to Scott's side. "Arista has set you some challenges and games to fight through in order to save us all!" MeMyselfandI announced.
"Am I high?" Eoin stammered, before MeMyselfandI slapped him.
"Get a hold of yourself!" the surprisingly strong mushroom yelled, briefly changing gender and swelling to 10 times its size, "you'll first have to complete...Stuper Mario Bros.!

A distant 8-bit track could be heard...

the 8-bit arista <3

I love this.

LOL. And :love: for the music. :)

Pmsl, amazing Shaun :love:

****ing PMSL at this. :laugh2:

I actually laughed.

And then had to explain to gav what was funny.

Oh the shame f/

:laugh2: brilliant

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Landing into this gaming arena via a large green pipe, Eoin took a seat at the controlpad and began to play. He immediately recognised his protagonist - Stu - who had been crudely pixellated and placed in a red plumber's outfit.
"Let's-a go!" he yelled in an unconvincing Italian accent, unable to shake off the Irish roots.

Another, albeit softer, voice boomed into the gaming arena.
"You should be familiar with the controls to this game!" MeMyselfandI reassured, "and I'll be appearing a couple of times as Toad."
"Do you reckon the readers of this story will even remember Toadgate?" Eoin sighed.
"Only the sad ones" Toad confirmed. "Now, the objective of this game is to save Princess."
"Princess as in Laura?" Eoin gasped.
"Yeah! Amazing how this shit writes itself really isn't it?" Toad laughed, shattering all manners of fourth walls. "Now sod off."

Eoin took the controller and Stu sprang to life. He hopped around a bit crazily, gathering coins and hitting blocks with no real direction, when suddenly three ukturtles came crawling towards him. Stu leapt onto the back of the first one, dismantling its shell with a disconcerting lack of blood, and used the shell to chase off the other two.
"Piece of piss." Eoin mused, as Stu jumped into another block, revealing a mushroom. He began to eat it and grew to double his size - also distorting the screen into a slowed-down psychedelic experience; the music reduced to a sinister series of loud thuds and whistles.
"Ah, gay." Eoin tripped.

Suddenly a pink dinosaur appeared from behind a bush on the screen.
"Josyyyyyy!" she cried, and Stu immediately jumped onto her back. They ran along the rest of the level toppling more ukturtle clones and goombas with ease. At the end of the course they found a flagpole and a castle - they leapt and reached the peak, earning themselves a gold star. They stored it and entered the castle.

"Oh Stu! You're here!" Toad whimpered. "Help us! TRWser has taken Princess in ransom of a Real World forum!"
"What a ballbag." Stu muttered, ignoring the Italian character development.
The music suddenly grew darker as Stu went through the castle - avoiding large concrete blocks that decided to fall as he drew near, and Boo Boo Gavins (ghostly villains that only appear if you look the opposite way) - with little trouble when he came to a large hallway. He ran up it, coming to a grand throne, where TRWser sat.

"Prepare for some tense dialogue!" TRWser cried, gesturing a team of cameramen to his side to get all this action, and kicking a script towards Stu. Stu picked it up and struggled to find his motivation.
"I...where's Princess?" Stu demanded, waving hair out of his face and calling TRWser a "fake slut!"
"That ***** is locked away, and unless you beat me in a fight, you'll never see her again!" TRWser overacted, but the cameras still rolled.
"Look. Fuck this. What the hell are we being recorded for?" Stu flung the script at TRWser, causing him to lose a life.
"Cut! You insufferable druggie!" TRWser shot a flame towards Stu which Josy deflected with her own. "I need a dramatic show for the launch of my new forum!" he jumped, causing the earth to quake and knocking Stu and Josy off their guard.
"Get. Over. That. Sack. Of. Crap!" Stu jumped, knocking TRWser on the back - which was guarded with spikes. As Stu shrunk, the cameramen kept focus on the battle. Josy charged at TRWser, knocking him onto his side, before eating the script.
"Nooooooooooo!" TRWser howled, as the cameramen walked off, lost and with a sudden desire to film their own independent project about Sticks' Mystical Realms saga. TRWser shrank and shrank until he completely evaporated.

Stu hugged Josy and they were greeted by a jubilant Toad.
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Stu sighed and punched MeMyselfandI in the face for leading him on a wild goose chase. He parted ways with Josy and realised that Princess would have to be saved at a later level. Eoin sat back, triumphant, and arista's voice boomed outside.

"Yes. Well Done, you Irish Scamp.
But the Real World is Rubbish anyways. You will be no Match for Pic-Man!"

The booming voice cackled, and Eoin looked back to his screen. Stu, MeMyselfandI and Josy were free - and had gone back to their respective homes. He leveled up.

Hahaha, I am laughing so much at the TRWser vs. Stu bit! :laugh2:

:D

if you're wondering wtf a goomba is, it's these little buggers:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...21/Goomba2.gif

LOL I feel honoured....I think?

Lmao

qt~

I hope the second part to this is soon. :love:

LMFAO.

TRWser howled, as the cameramen walked off, lost and with a sudden desire to film their own independent project about Sticks' Mystical Realms saga.

:laugh3: this is epic.

Haha this is awesome

:laugh3:

So funny :love:

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Again, Eoin immediately realised the name of the game.

"But we already have a pacman game!" he moaned, since this was one of the few existing arcade games he hadn't mastered.
"No. This is a New Game, young Eoin Spunk." arista echoed, as Eoin shrugged off his increasing use of semen references. "You might recognise our Scott, Jizz Tits."
Eoin shuddered and realised the little yellow pacman had been replaced with an avatar of a fierce black girl. He immediately got to work, pushing right, up, left and down as Scott went around devouring threads with .gifs.

Eoin was beginning to think this was all a bit easy when some invisible mods appeared out of a little box and started chasing him. Scott began to panic and threw out a couple of duplicate .gifs which lost him some credibility on TiBB.

A fanclub however was setup on the website, where 309 Brazilian members cited him as an inspiration to live their flamboyant lifestyle, swiftly forgetting about Lady GaGa.

The moderators were quickly honing in on Scott, who was loitering around the bottom right corner, when he suddenly devoured an entire sub-forum. The moderators panicked and ran away, all blaming each other for their lack of efficiency and Mark the admin for not giving them enough training. Scott caught up with Niamh and ate her husband's photographs in her purse, causing her to disintegrate into a pair of eyes and run back home to make sure he hadn't been molested.

The mods soon regained control however and resumed their chace. Scott twisted and turned throughout the forum and used a number of tricks to escape detection. He was just turning another corner when he saw a shirtless picture of a hot gay guy ahead (yes this is my equivalent of the fruit). He sped up and took it in his stride, leaving behind a sticky translucent residue that Dezzy got caught up in.

Eoin was temporarily distracted by arista's voice.
"You must Get to 5000 Threads to Win this,
Manjuice Irishman."

He ignored the lech and made Scott navigate towards more naked gay pictures to boost his score. He was soon at 4000 when he tried to take the shortcut from right to left, only to find Kaz hurtling towards him. He turned back and there was Zee, conjuring a ban. He was trapped, and instantly lost a life.

"Ha. Ha!" arista teased, as Eoin resumed on his last life - he only had 300 more threads to eat up. And he did so. Easily. Because this game is actually really fucking boring to write about. I'm not sure why I picked it. Anyway, stay tuned because Round 3 is about TRON. Yay!

:laugh2: worst game out there /notbitter

:joker: :joker: :joker:

Bloody good show.

This is just beautiful. :D

:laugh2: :love:

:laugh2:


Is round 3 tonight Shaun?

i'm not a ****ing machine, ben

Ew, I got Scott's gunk all over me.

Rather you than me :pat:

:laugh3: :lovedup:

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The world outside had turned a neon blue as bars of light rose from the roads and buildings were suddenly laced in green gridlines, like the template for a virtual reality. Eoin thought he could hear "This isn't the Reality I wanted!" from a distant dragon when arista's voice returned, notably more robotic and authoratitive than before.

"As the Great Marina said,
'I am Not A Robot.'

She was Right, young Owen-cock. I am no Cyber Bitch. But you soon Will be! Ha-ha."

Noticing that this dialogue was becoming a little formulaic, Eoin ignored the enigma's sexual advances and began to prepare for level 3. He poured out a glass of lemonade and lifted it to his mouth, only for it to disappear.

"I think Not,
you Pesky slut muffin," arista screeched, "no Food or Drink until you beat Me."

Eoin rubbed his eyes and muttered obscenities before beginning the level. The screen was equally technological as the world outside, and he tried to remember where he'd seen these kind of visuals. On the forum, Jeff Bridges had just registered and posted an "OMG!!! I JKNOW THIS!!1" thread to which Stu and various other Big Lebowski fans built a shrine. The atmosphere was fairly relaxed considering the world had just changed into a virtual-reality purgatory, and White Russians were passed around with joy.
"Hey, put me down!" cried Rémy.

He could hardly believe his eyes but Eoin's protagonist for this level was Red Moon. A glittering red orb, it suddenly morphed into what he could only describe as a motorcycle from a Björk video - and then it hit him. He was in the TRON universe. A blue car then joined alongside Red Moon and announced himself as Blue Moon.

"Only one Moon can be a moderator, semen-Boy." arista announced. "And it Sure As Hell won't be Roy!" he cackled, having suddenly broken into rhyming couplets in what was sure to be a shortlived narrative device.

As Kerry made a poll asking which of the two would win, they limbered up and Eoin flexed his fingers. He hadn't yet installed a racing game on TiBB so this was an entirely new game for him. A pixellated 'hot girl' stepped out between the two racers with a chequered flag to initiate the race, and on closer inspection the figure looked a lot like Harry.

"I just stole Madonna's body!" he announced triumphantly, as a decrepid leg fell off. "Three...two...one...go!" she/he squealed, picking up his discarded limbs only to shatter into pieces by the sheer force of the passing vehicles.
The Blue Moon had a slight lead to begin with, but Red Moon had put up with years of the likes of nodisharmony and Amy21 to give up just yet. With a couple of sudden bursts he soon found himself edging ahead of his rival.

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He suddenly turned right, cutting a red light across the blue racer's path, but Mr. Blue (it's a little late to go for a Reservoir Dogs reference I know but it's worth a shot) managed to swerve and avoid crashing into it. Red Moon began throwing behind spare parts to try and knock the enemy off course but his moderation powers were weak and out of practice. Mr. Blue had overtaken Red and suddenly cut across his path to the left - but Red saw this a mile off.

Now on the inside curve, Red had an advantage and they were soon neck and neck. Red decided to play dirty and suddenly unbanned Thomas_C, causing the rampant homosexual to run onto the grid and flash his bits at them both - Red instinctively looked away but Mr. Blue veered off path and crashed into a wall. Red had won by default!

"You have played Dirty my Eire sexx-xxppp{system-one;;DARENN;;cock pun_}"

Eoin struggled to keep up and decided to jump at the opportunity to level-up; giving Red Moon his freedom.

rofl