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  1. The 1st TNL Epic The Search for TeamGO Part 3: East Coast Hijinx and more Roadtripin'

    NOTE! This part of the Epic is SO long I've had to split it in two. Second part is on first post of this thread

    Well, guys, I know its been a long hiatus since the last part but I've been busy with work and finals. I really wanted to get this thing out before E3, and the creative juices were flowing tonight, so I was able to put it together. Hope you enjoy. And, yes, STILL not too late to make a cameo in this epic. Links below, message too big.

    Post here if ya still wanna make an appearance!

    Also, if you've missed them or forgotten the storyline, here are the first two parts of the Epic:

    Part 1
    Part 2


    And now, on to the Epic, be warned, its a doozy!


    (And so, back on the rode after retrieving the until-recently in a vegetative-state Wildcat, the intrepid group of adventurers known as Team TNL make their way towards Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love. There, at the Alpha Beta Ceta frathouse, we find Matt and Brand engaged in...err...mating rituals.)

    Matt Van Stone: Wow, Brand, when I said "Lick me!" I didn't mean it in the literal sense, and certainly didn't expect you to actually do it...

    Brand: Tee-hee!

    MVS: Now lemme just put on some Barry White...

    Barry White on Radio: My darling I...can't get enough of your love babe...Go for it Matt!

    MVS: Huh?!

    BW on R: ...oh I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why...can't get enough of your love...babe...

    MVS: Hmmm...must be my imagination.

    (Just then Klonoa bursts through the dorm room door with a desperate look on his face.)

    Klonoa: MATT, Master just called me, we gotta.......AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

    MVS: *standing their in his boxers, his kibbles 'n bits standing at attention* What?

    Klonoa: *furiously rubbing eyes* Oh, sweet zombie Jebus...why God why? What did I do to deserve that?...

    Brand: Honey, Mr. Rogers is out on his porch...

    MVS: Oh, heh heh, sorry 'bout that Klo... *tuck*

    Klonoa: Is it safe?

    MVS: As safe as its gonna be.

    Klonoa: *opens eyes* Whew...anyway, Master called and....ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!

    MVS: What? What is it now?!

    Brand: You forgot about the twins, honey...

    MVS: Oh...shit, my bad bro. *tuck* You OK?

    Klonoa: My eyes...I will claw out my eyes...

    Brand: Oh, quit being so dramatic Kloey. Just spit it out...

    MVS: Spit? He spits?

    Brand: SHUT UP, will you?! Hee-hee...

    Klonoa: I'll get you for this Matt, if its the last thing I do...

    MVS: Meheheheh...

    Klonoa: Ugh, anyway, we gotta get ready, they'll be here to pick us up any minute, so get dressed. Ugh, now where's the door. *stumbles blindly towards door*

    MVS: Ummm, Klo, that's the...

    (Loud crashing and banging is heard behind the door.)

    MVS: ...closet. *sigh* Better get changed. *undresses*

    Klonoa: *stumbles out of closet* FUCKING HELL, MATT, WHY IS THERE A BOWLING BALL ON THE TOP SHELF OF YOUR CLOSET?! This isn't a fucking Looney Tunes Cartoo....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    MVS: Klo, will you stop looking at my exposed genitals you perv!

    (Several minutes later, at the front steps of the frathouse, the TNL group pulls in the driveway.)

    Master: Ahh, here they come now.

    Brand: Heeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy guys! *waves* Whatsup?

    Aurora: Brandey-muffit!

    Brand: Aurora-beebee!

    Aurora: What's up, guhlfrahnd?!

    Brand: Oh, the usual, Matt prancing around without his clothes on, trying to impress me and Klonoa.

    MVS: Oh, be quiet.

    Brand: Hee-hee...

    Master: Speaking of Klonoa, whatsup man? You look kinda pale...

    Klonoa: So cold...so very, very cold...

    Master: That thousand-mile stare he has in his eyes, he looks like my Dad did after he came back from the jungles of 'Nam, having seen the types of horrors no man should have to bear witness to...

    Silent Klonoa: ......

    EThugg: Oh, where should I start here, lessee...first of all, Master, you were born 7 years AFTER the Vietnam War ended, secondly your Dad didn't serve, he ran a dry cleaning place in...

    Master: Ah, shaddup Thugg. Why do you take such pleasure in discrediting me like that?

    EThugg: Its what I do, baby, its what I do...

    Ragnarok: OK, guys break it up, we gotta meet the rest of the northeasterners in NYC, I'm having the people from Maryland come down there and meet us at Bahn's place.

    Master: Why?

    Ragnarok: Because I'll be damned if I'm driving to some hick-infested, cousin-marrying, hog-worshipping, God-forsaken parts of Maryland to pick them up.

    BooMsta: This coming from someone who lives in Texas?

    Ragnarok: Grrrrrr...

    Gongos: Hey guys! Looks like I got here just in time.

    MVS: 'sup Gong, we're just about to leave for New Yawk.

    Gongos: Oh good, I needed to go there tonight. I have to go to a meeting...

    MVS: What kind of meeting?

    Gongos: Well...the first rule is I'm not supposed to talk about it...

    Rick: Why do I feel as though we're about to infringe on another copyright?

    (And so we flash forward to the City That Never Sleeps, New York City, a massive metropolitan hubub of commerce and merriment. There, in a small, but very [in]famous arcade in Chinatown called Chinatown Faire, we find Bahn, fearless leader of Team TNL...)

    Bahn: Its time. Shut her down.

    Korly: Right. *over loudspeaker* OK, everyone out, arcade's closed!

    Bahn: 88, get the door.

    88mph: A please would be nice.

    Bahn: What?!

    88mph: A please. I just don't like people barking orders at me, even you Bahn.

    Bahn: If I'm curt with you its because time is of the essence. I think fast, I talk fast. So pretty please, with sugar on top, SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR!

    88mph: ...yes, sir. *shuts and locks door*

    Bahn: That's better...

    88mph: Right, and its about to be even more...umm, better! *picks up folding chair*

    Bahn: If your planning on hitting me with that folding chair, you should probably get a metal one and not that cheap plastic knock-off.

    88mph: Dammit! Where's the good stuff?

    Bahn: Downstairs. Tonight, you and I will settle this down there, so don't plan on going at it with anyone else.

    88mph: Oh, don't worry, its all about you 'n me tonight, baby.

    Atariguy: The underlying sexual tension is so thick, I could cut it with a knife...

    Bahn & 88mph: Oh shut up! Hey, don't repeat what I'm saying! Dammit!

    Atariguy: Heeheehee!

    88mph: Hey, B, after we finish up tonight, what say we tag-team on Atari afterwards?

    Bahn: Sure.

    Atariguy: ....I'll be good.

    (The four head downstairs to the basement, and amidst a backdrop of old broken JAMMA boards and cabinets, a squared circle in the center of the room is cleared, with assorted tables, chairs, and other weapons scattered about.)

    Korly: By the way Bahn, that Chun Li-style Chinese dress looks fabulous on you!

    Bahn: Thanks, I especially love the way the stockings show off my legs. Oh, by the way Atariguy.

    Atariguy: What?

    Bahn: Your from the Ken-school of fighting are you not? If you don't get a red gi, blonde wig, and cocky attitude by next week, your outta the club! Gotta dress the part, you know...

    Atariguy: Hey, its not MY fault the last wig I got was made of cheap straw and sprouted after I washed it.

    Bahn: Well, that should teach you for buying products from Jersey. Everyone present and accounted for? Good. I now call to order this meeting of Street Fighter Club! Now, lets go over the rules, the first rule of Street Fighter Club is...

    (Umm, excuse me?)

    Bahn: What is it, narrator?

    (The author asked me to deliver a message Bahn, we're gonna skip past the rules part, its derivative.)

    Bahn: Derivative? Fuck that, Rags is just too damn lazy to type it.

    (Well, yes, there's that, he's also afraid about incurring the wrath of David Fincher's lawyers.)

    Bahn: Damn you Ragnarok and your fear of our judicial system. At least let me do the first one. Come on!

    (...he says "Fine.")

    Bahn: The first rule of Street Fighter Club is...YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT STREET FIGHTER CLUB!!!

    (My, and with such forceful panache too.)

    Bahn: Why thank you. OK, first match of the night...Mikhal versus Pitch!

    Mikhal: 'bout time *draws Kusanagi Blade* En guarde, Pitch!

    Pitch: You may think that
    your hot stuff Mikhal.
    But after I'm through with you
    you'll be cyring for mommy.

    Mikhal: Dammit, stop talking like that!

    Pitch: To what way do you refer
    that I talk like, and why
    does it bother you?

    Mikhal: Grrr...DIE!

    (Suddenly, the basement door bursts open.)

    Korly: AHHHHHHHHH!!! Its the Five-O! Quick, everyone hide! *runs but is caught on back of collar*

    Bahn: It ain't the NYPD, idiot, its just Chux.

    Chux: "Just" Chux? I'm so flattered Bahn...

    Bahn: Congrats Chux, you've just pushed me past my sarcasm tolerance for the night. SPINNING BIRD KICK! *thwack*

    Chux: *now plastered into far wall* Sorry...B... *thud*

    88mph: *picks Chux up* Why the rush man?

    Chux: Oh...yeah, Team TNL's waiting outside...its an emergency...

    Bahn: It must be if most of the team's already been assembled without informing me first. Lets go guys! Fill us in when we get to the car...

    Chux: BTW, Bahn, why are you dressed in that...

    Bahn: HADOKEN!

    Chux: Waaaaahhhh!

    (And so TeamTNL, now mostly assembled, cuts west from New York across the northern states, stopping first in Chicago, Illinois, where we find Seik in an arcade in search of someone...)

    Seik: Now where is...ahh, there he is.

    Shidoshi: *on DDR machine* He's a maniac, maaaaaaaaaaaaaniac...

    Seik: Shidoshi...

    Shidoshi: And he's dancing like he's never danced before...

    Seik: Shidoshi!

    Shidoshi: I'm your private dancer, dancing for money, do what you want me to do...

    Seik: SHIDOSHI!

    Shidoshi: Wha? Huh? Seik? Aww, damn man, and I was in a groove too. What is it?

    Seik: I'll summarize, TeamGo's been kidnapped, Team TNL's been assembled to find them, the latter team is waiting for us outside. Lets go!

    Shidoshi: Kidnapped you said? By whom?

    Seik: Dunno. Save to say he was very strong...

    Shidoshi: "He"? Not "they"? ONE person did this?

    Seik: Yeah, like I said, he was very strong. A master of the Fatal Fury, Terry Bogard-style of fighting. They had no chance.

    Shidoshi: Fatal Fury-style, Terry Bogard-variant. I wonder...could it be...

    Seik: What?

    Shidoshi: No...it couldn't be...forget I said anything. Lets go.

    Seik: O....K....

    (And from Illinois the growing caravan makes its next stop in the capitol of the Cheese-head state, Milwaukee, Wisconsin...)

    Despair Jr.: I can't do it Dad, I'll never pass it, I should just give up...

    Despair: No sir you won't! Son, you have to try HARDER than that, if you don't focus you'll never pass the final...

    Bahn: Yo, Despair, ease up on the kid. I know finals are a pain, even for an elementary student, but you still shouldn't push him so hard.

    Despair: School finals? What are you talking about, he finished up last week. I'm coaching him through the "final" level of Devil May Cry on Nightmare difficulty. Keep at it son!

    andyrose: *groans* Figures...hey, I finally got a line!

    Nash: And we're so very proud of you andy!

    andyrose: Grrrr...

    Bahn: What did I say about the sarcasm Nash? HEADSTOMP!

    Nash: OWWW! Hey, not with the heels, not with the heels! OUCH!

    andyrose: Heehee...

    Despair: Anyways, whatsup guys?

    Ragnarok: TeamGO's been kidnapped Despair, we're assembling Team TNL and we're just about done. So gather your sword and every gun you have, we just may need them...

    Despair: Sure thing. Son, go get Daddy's sword, shotgun, and the twins.

    Despair Jr.: OK, Dad! *runs off and returns with an arsenal of weaponry*

    Master: Impressive...most impressive.

    Despair: Thanks, I try. OK, son, lets load 'em up in the truck. Ready for an adventure?

    Despair Jr.: Oh hell yeah! We gonna be doin' some asswhuppin' and beer guzzling?

    Bahn: Good lord...quite the mouth for a ten year old.

    Despair: Yeah, I'm having him watch WWF to learn how to talk smack. Its the first step of his development into a great warrior!

    andyrose: Aren't you worried about any negative side effects?

    Despair: Well, so far I've only had to deal with one...

    Despair Jr.: What? What? What? What? What? What?

    Bahn: Ouch...

    Despair: He'll get over it. Anyways lets go guys. *everyone but Ragnarok files out of the room*

    Ragnarok: Just a note to anyone reading this thing who didn't get the above joke, it's for wrasslin' fans only, so don't worry if it went over your head. Hey guys, wait up!

    continued below
    omg TNL epics!

  2. (And so the team now heads for a barren part of North Dakota, to pick up possibly the team's most important member...)

    S I C: Let me down now, I must see the Master!

    Capcommie: No, he doesn't wish to be disturbed. Believe me, I know what's best.

    S I C: No you don't! Now get out of my way and let me see Master Yoshi, its a matter of life and death!

    Capcommie: Again...no.

    Ragnarok: Oh sweet Jebus, do we have another icarus/Phoenix Angel Wing incident here? Time to POOF someone outta the Epic again...

    S I C: You CAN'T warp him out of here, Rags, because he's not really here.

    Ragnarok: Huh? What do you mean? He looks real enough to me!

    S I C: Testament to the extent which my Master has mastered the Force. Master Yoshi's control of it is so complete, he's created a psychic projection of himself called "Capcommie" which has taken a life and sentience of its own. It now operates as his personal secretary and security guard, and it won't even let me, his Apprentice, in!

    Bahn: Capcommie, I'm Bahn, leader of Team TNL.

    Capcommie: I know who you are, Lord Bahn. Yoshi has spoken much to me about your exploits, and the adventurers you two shared.

    Bahn: LORD Bahn, eh? I could get used to that...

    Chux: *under breath* Just don't expect any of us to call you that...

    Bahn: Anyways, this is urgent business, Capcommie, let us pass please.

    Capcommie: .....very well. *presses button and Mario-style green piping tube rises out of the ground*

    Bahn: OK, lets go guys! *they all start climbing down tube*

    S I C: Umm, I should warn you guys...

    (But before he can finish, the members of Team TNL have all already dived in.)

    S I C: ...that first step is a doozy. Ah well... *grips nose and jumps down*

    (The members of Team TNL emerge from the other end of the tube, and find themselves free-falling about 20,000 miles above land.)

    ALL: AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Klonoa: OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDD!!!! Please, if I get through this alive I promise I'll never complain about seeing Matt in his birthday suit again, EVER!

    BooMsta: And I'll never again eat enough to feed a small Ethiopian village in one sitting again!

    Mr-K: And I'll accept innova's canine antics!

    innova: ARF! AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

    Wildcat: And I'll never complain about Aurora touching me in my special place!

    statio82: I love you guys! I really, really do!

    Aurora: .....oh what the hell. I'M GAY!!!

    OTHERS: NO SHIT!!!

    S I C: Relax everyone, this is a Miyamoto-created video game world. And as such, we're subject only to his variation of video game physics, not gravity.

    Rick: Forgive us for being cynical, but that cold, hard ground we're speeding towards says otherwise! Rags, do something!....Rags?

    Ragnarok: *playing Tactics Ogre on his GBA*

    Rick: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TWO SO CALM?!?

    (And so they brace for impact.)

    Klonoa: Hail Mary, full of...oh forget it. SAVE ME JEBUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSS!!! *thud*....huh? I...I'm ALIVE! We're ALIVE!

    S I C: As I said, video game physics. Now had we fallen into a bottomless pit, then we would've really been screwed.

    Wildcat: I can't take much more of this...

    S I C: You won't have to. Yoshi's house is over there. Lets go.

    (And so, after landing safely on Dinosaur Island, the weary travelers walk a short way to a house, if one can even call it that. A grove of fruit-bearing trees with a hammock suspended between two, a simple fireplace errected, and other homely amenities. There, in the center of the grove, sat Indian-style in deep meditation, was Jedi Master Yoshi.)

    S I C: Master, we have come...

    Yoshi: I know why you have come, my young Padawan. For you to journey south of the Canadian border this time of year, outside of our training sessions, it must be a matter of great importance.

    S I C: And it is. Can you shed light on the predicament which we find ourselves in?

    Nash: Ahhh, Lucas-speak, gotta love it!

    S I C: Shhhh!

    Yoshi: I have sensed a disturbance in the Force...

    OTHERS: *gasp*

    Yoshi: ...and it is emanating from...*eyes open sharply* Southern California!

    Master: California? DAMMIT ALL TO HELL, WE STARTED OUR TRIP ON THE WEST COAST! Why couldn't we have discoverd this sooner?

    Yoshi: Even if you had so, there was nothing you could do. To solve this mystery, you will need the full physical force and mental faculties of Team TNL. You were wise to assemble this formidable force of warriors before you proceeded.

    Nash: Well, then, what now? Can you find who is it who's behind this with your Force powers?

    Yoshi: The Dark Side clouds everything, the identity of your attackers is shielded from me.

    Chibi Nappa: Well, hell, why not just read Wildcat's mind? Mebbe you can find something out he can't remember.

    Silent Wildcat: .....

    Yoshi: I have already tried that. Clouded this boy's mind is, as clouded as the events going on in SoCal. But there is still hope...

    S I C: Do you sense something Master?

    Yoshi: Indeed I have, young Padawan. Though it is faint, I feel you will find the answers you seek at E3...

    OTHERS: E3?! Excellent! *do air guitars*

    Yoshi: This is not the time for video game-related merriment or bad Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure references! Grave danger I fear awaits you there, be careful.

    S I C: We are many and we are strong, Master, we are not afraid.

    Yoshi: Oh you will be....you will be...

    Silent Others: ......

    Ragnarok: Oh, shit, I'm sorry, was this part of the Epic supposed to end there?

    Yoshi: Yes, it was. Way to ruin the mood Ragnarok! *force grips Ragnarok, lifts him into air, turns him horizontally, and force throws him, crotch-first, into a tree*

    Bahn: Ouch...

    Aurora: Oh dear...

    Ragnarok: Unnnnngh...that's it Yoshi...your not in the fucking Epic anymore!

    Yoshi: Strike me down now and I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine...

    Ragnarok: Dammit...foiled again...

    S I C: That's why he is the Master.

    (And so ends this part of the Epic with the team almost completely assembled. What awaits our intrepid adventurers at E3? Will it be there that the identity of the assailant will be discovered? Stay tuned!)
    omg TNL epics!

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    Hahahaha, another good installment. Keep up the good work.

  4. hahaha good stuff keep it up
    "Punch the yeti! Win a free Llama!"

  5. Yeah, It was good as usual

    Good to see me and DJ finally make an appearence

  6. yo Rag, keep up the nice work man. Your stories are very entertaining!

    thanx for the cameo
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    Halverson had me totally convinced of Cybermorph's greatness, I'll tell you that much.

    Then I got a Jag, took it home, and something seemed... not right.

  7. That's some good stuff man, Keep it up!

  8. Excelent!!!! Though is there any reason that I'm suddenly Ken-style? I'm not complaning or anything (Ken's cool), I'm just curious.

  9. Heh, that's really awesome. I have two lines woo! I expect I will come more into play as the epic continues. Nice work man.

  10. X3 Fufufufufufu~~~.
    That part about the warp pipe and all... ah, the memories...

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