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strange, deformed creatures that looked like odd blends of inanimate objects brought to life my the power of bad grammar and spelling.
"We're for it now," Cambrius agreed, taking cover.
The tow Astartes were perched on a narrow walkway that extended almost halfway over the shattered once-golden dome of the Hall's roof.

THEY'RE EVERYWHERE

 

"...You ever heard of the Honor Hold Special?"

That one made me grin. ;)

 

 

 

Overall, awesome piece. I'm a little surprised my "toys" came in handy. ;)

And the ingredients - the serfs seemed to combine and misunderstand ingredients and recipies in the most creative and terrifying ways.

 

 

Thirst swung the door open. The Culinarium looked deserted, and the lights were off, but that was somehow worse than the usual clamouring and yelling.

 

 

Ludovic moved quickly, rolling from behind the cover and coming up with his bolter raised for the kill. He took three quick steps towards teh cover, then gave an involuntary yell and jumped backwards.

 

 

Several of them vere visibly human, or at least had been.

 

As the enemy advanced, DK2K popped up out of cover and blasted three of teh enemy with one well-laced shot, bringing them down.

 

 

The figure stood upright. It had pale, pinkish skin, a thin, pointed face surmouted with several short horns, and a pair of thick spectacles which it peered over at the typos, utter contempt stamped on it's face. The apparition was clad in a formal and surprisingly well-tailored grey suit, although the ends of the pants were torn to make room for it's grossly overlarge hooves. It carried two large, twisted swords, a whip that seemed to be mde of scales, and a large metallic briefcase.

 

 

The squad arrived at the Fire Gate, one of the most secure areas of the Liber. It was, in essence, a series of ramps that scaled up the side of an enormous wall. Each ramp however, was fortified to a remarkable dregree, with various watchposts and automated weapons.

 

Jonas and Postal carried the crate forward down the hall to the second left, and were faced with an almost mile-long strecth of corridor.

 

 

Demus placed the crate on a low chair in the corner of the room. The far wall had the familiar stain of Typo ichor on the wall, and Nightrawen watched it carefully, drumming a bored little rhythym on his Orkskull.

 

The trio made for the Moderati's office to report in, and find out the state of the war. Sigismund entered the twenty-numeral code to enter the office without triggerign the security alerts, and strode boldly in, Messor and Olis in tow.

 

 

They ran down the corridor as though chasing a Stormraven full of ale, and behnd them heard the crate crash into the floor, felt the ground shake, and were knocked clean off their feet by the force of the explosion.

 

 

"Goodbye for now, old friend." He said, solftly, as he activated the detonator.

 

I must have been a good scout sniper in my youth to have spotted these.

But overall this one was a great read. Thanks Ace you always write exciting stories.

 

I must admit I never noticed the typos :) although clamouring is correct.

I must admit I never noticed the typos ;) although clamouring is correct.

My apology To Ace as Firefox highlighted that as an error, but I figured it was correct under UK English dictionary. Where-as my internet provider auto-chooses American English as a set standard. But the other Typos made need the hollow point spell checker rounds to the heads.

Edited by DeathKnight2000
And the ingredients - the serfs seemed to combine and misunderstand ingredients and recipies in the most creative and terrifying ways.

 

 

Thirst swung the door open. The Culinarium looked deserted, and the lights were off, but that was somehow worse than the usual clamouring and yelling.

 

 

Ludovic moved quickly, rolling from behind the cover and coming up with his bolter raised for the kill. He took three quick steps towards teh cover, then gave an involuntary yell and jumped backwards.

 

 

Several of them vere visibly human, or at least had been.

 

As the enemy advanced, DK2K popped up out of cover and blasted three of teh enemy with one well-laced shot, bringing them down.

 

 

The figure stood upright. It had pale, pinkish skin, a thin, pointed face surmouted with several short horns, and a pair of thick spectacles which it peered over at the typos, utter contempt stamped on it's face. The apparition was clad in a formal and surprisingly well-tailored grey suit, although the ends of the pants were torn to make room for it's grossly overlarge hooves. It carried two large, twisted swords, a whip that seemed to be mde of scales, and a large metallic briefcase.

 

 

The squad arrived at the Fire Gate, one of the most secure areas of the Liber. It was, in essence, a series of ramps that scaled up the side of an enormous wall. Each ramp however, was fortified to a remarkable dregree, with various watchposts and automated weapons.

 

Jonas and Postal carried the crate forward down the hall to the second left, and were faced with an almost mile-long strecth of corridor.

 

 

Demus placed the crate on a low chair in the corner of the room. The far wall had the familiar stain of Typo ichor on the wall, and Nightrawen watched it carefully, drumming a bored little rhythym on his Orkskull.

 

The trio made for the Moderati's office to report in, and find out the state of the war. Sigismund entered the twenty-numeral code to enter the office without triggerign the security alerts, and strode boldly in, Messor and Olis in tow.

 

 

They ran down the corridor as though chasing a Stormraven full of ale, and behnd them heard the crate crash into the floor, felt the ground shake, and were knocked clean off their feet by the force of the explosion.

 

 

"Goodbye for now, old friend." He said, solftly, as he activated the detonator.

 

I must have been a good scout sniper in my youth to have spotted these.

But overall this one was a great read. Thanks Ace you always write exciting stories.

 

I must admit I never noticed the typos ;) although clamouring is correct.

So is recipie-

Oh, wait, it's not. I've been spelling that wrong for twenty seven years, and nobody's ever corrected me. :)

 

Good eye, DK2K.

And Erasmus, in fact. ^_^

 

Glad everyone liked it, 'cause that was a complete :cuss to finish on time. :lol:

As an aside, that took three hours of non-stop typing to write, and my hands feel like they're broken. Still, there was less typos than I'd expected, which is nice.

 

Apologies to everyone who'd posted about the new mods being at Reyner's Wall, but I'd had plans for them for a while. Apologies also to Reyner, 'cause I completely forgot to write in the battle at the Wall. :turned:

 

EDIT:

Also, 'well-laced shot' is a typo. Consider that one purged too.

Edited by Ace Debonair

That is one epic turn of events in the Culinarium ;) It's so appropriate that I'd be the one going to fetch a sandwich since I'm the one who's usually munching on something, even in class :turned:

 

I'm really looking forward to the next bit!

 

Ludovic

That is one epic turn of events in the Culinarium :cuss It's so appropriate that I'd be the one going to fetch a sandwich since I'm the one who's usually munching on something, even in class :huh:

 

I'm really looking forward to the next bit!

 

Ludovic

I guess I know you better than I thought. I just picked a squaddie at random for that bit, to be honest. :blink:

 

Yeah the Culinarium was interesting. Lets do battle there again!

Given that it's something borrowed from out of my nightmares, I'm gonna let someone else do the next one. :lol:

On the other hand, if anyone wants to take up the role of Liber Chef, the old cooking staff have been kinda expunged...

That was pretty amazing :D Keeper of Syntax was brilliant, and I must know what happened to Ferrata :o So more would be nice ^_^

 

I'd write it right now while I'm still keyed up, but it'll make more sense to do it after the software update. :(

Also I should wait until my hands stop bleeding. :)

 

Hopefully you can wait a couple of days for the epilogue. ^_^

Also I should wait until my hands stop bleeding. laugh.gif

Wimp. msn-wink.gif

Says the guy who only types one word as a response.tongue.png

It's okay, just dip your hands in superglue - you'll be fine. tongue.gif

My superglue's dried out. Typically rotten timing, that.sweat.gif

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"So?" Ace said, clearly perplexed. "What happened next?"

KingHongKong shrugged.

"Hard to say. Hall Eight is, well, gone. There's kind of a void there now. The new Moderators have already got a bunch of Liberites rebuilding the place, though. Should look good as new soon enough."

"And Ferrata?"

"Again, nobody knows. He disappeared along with Hall Eight. The Heresy Dept say there wasn't any Warp Storms or anything of that nature. But if there was just the explosion, there'd be something left. Bones or something. Apothete grumbled something about Ferrata probably coming back at the end of times, then went back to sleep. Apart from that though, nobody really knows what happened."

"Huh. Seems kind of anticlimactic." Ace scratched his head. Grey Hunter Ydalir gave a humourless chuckle.

"A moderator ripped open time, space and matter by exploding a corrupted hall full of things created by typos seconds before the system purge and that's your idea of anticlimactic?" GHY shook his head in bewilderment.

"OK, fair point." Ace conceded. "So what else has happened while I've been hospitalised?"

"Nothing much." KHK scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Reyner's wall now has a little golden plaque with Ferrata's name and length of time served as a Moderati on it. Nightrawen and Heru have spearheaded the operation to get rid of the last of the Typos with their usual brutality, and Ludovic's now official Probationary Liber Chef and in charge of making the Culinarium somewhere people can go for actual food. Oh, also Olisredan wants to know what you've done with that Volkite weapon he gave you to repair."

"Oh, right." Ace frowned, scouring his memory for the weapon's location. "It's under the shelf with all the blue paint in the Heraldry Department's room. I think I found a way of giving it a bit more kick, so you should probably warn him not to flick the switch marked Fulminatus unless it's a real emergency."

"In other news," Ydalir said, sitting forward in the uncomfortable plastic chair, "When are the apothecaries letting you out?"

"In a couple of days," Ace replied. "Or at least, a couple of Liber days. Sooo... next month, probably. Which reminds me, where did the Wolves go?"

"To the nearest tavern. What kind of question is that?" GHY rolled his eyes.

"And everyone else made it out alright?"

"Pretty much. There's a few minor wounds, and Aquilanus says two of the voices in his head have chronic headaches since the blast. Other than that, everyone's OK." GHY replied.

"Wow. So I'm stuck in here for the next Emperor-knows-how-long, and I'm not even going to have any company." Ace sighed heavily. "Great."

"Well, we'd stay and sympathise, but there's a ton of stuff to do." GHY stood up, picking up a harpoon. "Octavulg's sending a bunch of us to go catalogue the number of deadly sea-creatures on Gravus IV. I think he just wants everyone out of the way for a bit, but a good hunt is a good hunt."

"Don't worry, though," KHK said, with a grin. "We'll let you know if anything interesting happens."

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So there's the epilogue.

Too tired to make a proper job of it, but that's what I get for waiting until 1 am to write a story I guess.

Cheers for letting me ramble for the last fortnight or so, guys. Consider the metaphorical floor once again open for any other storytellers to do their respective thangs.happy.pngthanks.gif

Great job Ace, quite a satisfying conclusion to the Typo Wars!

Conclusion? Nah. It'll just turn into a bunch of typo raiding parties as opposed to a centralized force is all. We spawn the typos, and thus they shall live on forever ;)

Conclusion? Nah. It'll just turn into a bunch of typo raiding parties as opposed to a centralized force is all. We spawn the typos, and thus they shall live on forever ;)

 

I suppose we gotta have something to shoot at now and again.

Nice ending Ace! But like DAT stated the eternal crusade will never die out. I'm just sad I didn't get to set something on fire. cry.gif Oh well just like grampa Munster would say, " oh well, there's plenty of other time for that". furious.gif

Great job Ace, quite a satisfying conclusion to the Typo Wars!

Cheers!

Conclusion? Nah. It'll just turn into a bunch of typo raiding parties as opposed to a centralized force is all. We spawn the typos, and thus they shall live on forever msn-wink.gif

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war and sloppy spelling.

Indeed, good job Ace. I'm thinking of doing a sorta flashback story in the same vein as the ones that began this epic tale.

Madwolf

Sounds good!

...We did kinda get off topic from the first post, didn't we.ermm.gif

Haha, excellent work Ace biggrin.png Right, I'm off to the Culinarium! laugh.png

Ludovic

Good luck, and may your knives be sharp.

Nice ending Ace! But like DAT stated the eternal crusade will never die out. I'm just sad I didn't get to set something on fire. cry.gif Oh well just like grampa Munster would say, " oh well, there's plenty of other time for that". furious.gif

But you melta'd something with DAT's melta. OK, it's not a flamethrower, but I made sure you got to play with something incendiary!tongue.png

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