ya? By the way, Evil Elite 1337 Pwning King has entered the story. He is from Halo; Combat Devolved.
Spacefan: thanks for the review, and by the way, what are Typos and 1337?
Evil Elite 1337 Pwning King
The Flood continued to howl and yell at the survivors, even as night fell. Jilamanee had given up on the Shade when he realized that more Flood replaced the Flood he killed. Instead, he was busy learning how to play the bagpipes, much to everyone's dismay. He had gotten rather good, but a Grunt had thrown itself of the Tower and onto the Flood below. His screams dampened the bagpipes for a bit. Another Grunts brain dribble ferociously from its head and a Jackal ignited a Plasma Grenade and shoved the blue orb in its mouth. The Survivors were still finding bits of smoking Jackal. So, Jilamanee stopped playing.
Jilamanel was busy playing poker and other card games with Random Grunt, and losing every time.
"Dammit! That's the five thousand, three hundred and sixty fourth time you've beaten me!" complained Jilamanel "how come you're so good?"
"Oh, just practice" Random Grunt replied
"Random Grunt, Jilamanel, get over here now!" ordered Jilamanee. The duo scuttled over.
"What is it?" asked Jilamanel
"Look through the monocular telescopy thing and tell me what you see" instructed Jilamanee. Jilamanel did so. And gasped. Cue dramatic music.
"IS THAT DRAMATIC MUSIC I HEAR?" yelled the Red Elite that hates dramatic music.
"Nooo" replied Random Grunt.
"What do you see?" Jilamanee repeated.
"I see an Elite, he is holding a sign up. Something's written on it" informed Jilamanel.
"What does it say?" asked Random Grunt.
"It says…(dramatic pause)… 'A message from gta5ccjs; readers, review for once. I have not had very many reviews!'" read Jilamanel. Jilamanee and Random Grunt gasped in shock.
"This is grave news indeed. We must do something!" said Jilamanee.
"I know! We will write them an angry letter, telling them how angry we are with them!" said Random Grunt, excitedly.
"… Lets not" was Jilamanee's reply.
"Hang on a minute, he's writing something else" Jilamanel informed the group.
"What does it say?"
"It says; 'Hello, my name is Evil Elite 1337 Pwning King, I crashed landed on this platform when my Banshee ran out of fuel. I have weapons that I nicked from Halo 2, and so I have usable Energy Swords, Sniper Rifles, etc. also, the Author wants people to review, cos' he hasn't had very many reviews lately'" read Jilamanel.
"How can he write so much? Surely his board cannot be that big!" asked Random Grunt.
"His handwritings small" said Jilamanel. Jilamanel turned to Jilamanee.
"Excellency, we must find a way to rescue Evil Elite 1337 Pwning King, he has weapons that we can use to combat the Flood" said Jilamanel.
"Nah, he's not worth it. Besides, I have a hair cut in half and hour, followed by a massage, a peace conference with the Federation and Romulans, and after all that, I have bagpipe practice" said Jilamanee, consulting a dairy.
"Sir" interjected Random Grunt, looking through the monocular telescopy "Evil Elite 1337 Pwning King says he has root beer!"
"WE MUST SAVE HIM!" yelled Jilamanee, running off the edge of the Tower, landing on a trampoline and bouncing back up. Jilamanel sighed and several Grunts, Jackals and Elites held up pieces of card with scores on them.
Four hours later, Jilamanee's hair was five meters long, the Federation and Romulans were at war, because of Captain Picards obsession for Tea (Hot) was destabilizing Romulan space in some bizarre way and the Grunts, Jackals and Elites were still alive because of Jilamanee's cancelled bagpipe lesson.
"Sir, it isn't going to work" said Jilamanel, peering down at Jilamanee, who was busy making final touches to his giant paper aeroplane.
"IT WILL WORK!" was Jilamanee's response. Jilamanee smiled.
"Hee hee! It's ready! Now all aboard!" ordered Jilamanee, getting onto the gaint paper aeroplane.
"Maybe I should stay her…" suggested Jilamanel.
"ROOT BEER!" yelled Jilamanee giving Jilamanel a crazed look.
(Sighing) "Fine, but if we die a horrible, gory and painful death at the Floods hands, I'm going to write an angry letter to you, telling you how angry at I am at you for getting me killed" threatened Jilamanel.
"FINE, I ALREADY GOT ONE FROM A RANDOM ROOT BEER COMPANY TELLING ME HOW ANGRY THEY ARE AT ME FOR DRINKING ALL OF THEIR ROOT BEER!" yelled Jilamanee.
"Why are you shouting?" asked Jilamanel.
"COS' I WANT ROOT BEER!" Jilamanee yelled, pushing the giant paper plane off the Tower. The plane plummets down towards the Flood, but at the last second, it pulls up. Dramatic music plays.
Back at the Tower…
"THAT DRAMATIC MUSIC IS PLAYING AGAIN! THAT'S IT!" yelled the Red Elite. The Red Elite shoots an innocent Penguin.
Meanwhile, the gaint paper plane has done several loop-de-loops and other cool stunts. Eventually, the paper plane lands on the platform. Jilamanel and Jilamanee disembarked.
"That… was unexpected" said Jilamanel. Then the duo sees Evil Elite 1337 Pwning King and Random Grunt.
"How did you get here?" asked Jilamanee, shocked.
"Stairs" answered Random Grunt, pointing vaguely at some stairs that led from the Tower to the Platform.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME OF IT'S EXISTENCE!" yelled Jilamanee.
"I wanted to see you get eaten" said Random Grunt. Jilamanel was busy looking at the giant poster on the cliff's face. The poster read thusly:
A MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR:
C'MON! I NEED REVIEWS! REVIEW MY STORIES! PLEASE! I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND!
THAT IS ALL
"Wow, what a very good idea hint hint" said Jilamanel. Jilamanel looked back at the situation at hand. Jilamanee was strangling Random Grunt, The Simpson's style. Evil Elite 1337 Pwning King was already walking down the stairs.
"I think its time to get back" said Jilamanel. Jilamanee stopped strangling Random Grunt.
"An excellent idea!" was his reply. The trio made their way down the Tower. That night, Jilamanee drank Root Beer and Jilamanel won a card game against Random Grunt.
Disclaimer: did any of you catch the subtle hints? Tell me if you did in your REVIEWS HINT HINT. There may not be another chapter for a while.