Okay, to try and set things straight (or make them worse, I don't know)
Ess somethingoranother: "Openly admitting that you're too lazy to communicate effectively doesn't really cast you in a positive light, chummer." Neither does making up your own words…You just don't get it, do you? You have no place to talk here because you have nothing written down. This isn't serious business, and if you take it as such, it only proves my point; you have no life. It's great that you're the king of writing. Seriously. But go do something else with it. You don't need to be trying to crush others to help your self-esteem. Go hate yourself elsewhere. This site is just for fun. JUST FOR FUN. You can play yourself off to be as smart as you want, but it means nothing over the internet. And why do you keep coming back here if this is such a "shitty" story? It's like you keep walking into a wall…and then blaming the wall for being there. Honestly, you're arguing with someone over the internet. And you're damn straight I sit with the cool kids! We are the cool…the cool…the cool…kids…what was that! The wind!
Royal: Thanks for the criticism. Really, thanks. But I know what I'm doing. This is just a run through to get this off my chest, or I'll never stop thinking about this plot. And stories were meant to be read, which is why I'm posting online. Really, I don't care about reviews. It just gives me an excuse to type something new every time I log on. And it helps me be nerdy (that's right, I said it! NERDS!) in the privacy of my own home. And can you really single out my characters for being Gary Stues? Now here's my advice to you…don't take this so seriously. Who cares if you hurt my feelings (you can't but you can try)? You don't even know me. Every problem you pointed out is already apparent to me (and then some) but I just don't care enough. Like I said, it's only an itch I'm scratching.
Okay, now, on with the show mofo's!(you may continue to argue, if you want. It makes me laugh.)
Chuck and Jordo ran down a dark hall way and came to a large double door way. Jordo put his shoulder into a tackle and burst into the lobby, filled with waddle-dee, koopa, those little mushroom thingies, and space pirate office workers merely minding their own business. Chuck hurried in behind Jordo with his rifle drawn and wasted know time shooting the place up. The average Joes panicked as the bullets whizzed by. Chuck didn't risk not gunning down anything moving.
When it was all said and done, the place was trashed. Bullet holes and trademark bodies were everywhere. Jordo and Chuck were about to move on, but a spear narrowly missed Chucks head. The koopa guards had responded quickly. Chuck and Jordo quickly moved to avoid getting skewered. Jordo jumped on the wall and ran to the left whilst Chuck ducked behind a pillar. The Koopa fire focused on Jordo who ran alongside the wall. Chuck whipped out his two pistols, turned the corner and shot down the guards. Jordo jumped up to a stair well and balance on the banister. Chuck came out from behind the pillar. It was then Jordo noticed a koopa sneaking up behind Chuck with a spear ready. He pulled out a kunai knife and tossed at the koopa hitting him between the eyes. Chuck looked behind him, saw the koopa, and was frightened and releaved at the same time. He turned back around. Another koopa attacking Jordo's back. He took quick, careful aim and squeezed the trigger. The bullet left the chamber and traveld the giving path. It hit the koopa in the chest, breaking its hard shell, ripping through its soft insides, and breaking through the back send pieces of its shell and blood everywhere. Jordo, too, was frightened and relieved.
They made their way up to the second level, and were faced with space pirate and waddle-dee resistance. It was merely a long hallway to the next level. Jordo drew his sword and cut through the resisting forces, taking out many enemies at once and dodging space pirate fire. Chuck shot his way through the other end of the hall, also dodging fire from evil pirates. They made it to the end of the hall and hurried though the door before being shot down by enemy fire. They slammed it shut and locked it, the lock conveniently located with in reach. Chuck slid the large iron bar across the door. Angry pounding came soon after. Both breathed a sigh of relief. And then the massive stomping came from inside the room they were in. It was a long, dark hall way that led to the next stairwell they needed, but obscuring their path was the koopa king himself, Bowser. Chuck and Jordo glanced nervously at each other.