No.69559
The year is 2039.
Humanity has since developed a method of converting Baneposting into an energy source, known as Phoruufuul.
In 2026, BaneTech Industries was founded, and quickly became the richest company on Earth.
Headed by their mysterious Founder, BaneTech Industries controlled the flow of Phoruufuul, and made new advancements in Baneposting technology.
By the year 2037, nearly all of the world's technology is powered by Phoruufuul.
Wars are extremely scarce, as are most forms of crime.
The poverty, suicide, illness, and crime rates are the lowest in all of recorded history.
Children are taught to Banepost from birth, and are molded by the darkness.
The 2 major religions, Baneism and CIAnity, have settled their differences, and no longer fight.
The leader of the free world is Bravo Nolan. He has many assistants and guards, and it isn't rare for a hothead to try to crawl his way into the system to assassinate him. Of course, they never succeed.
The military is almost never needed, because Brothers are peaceful towards one another.
That is, until The Heat broke out.
The story begins on May 16th, 2039.
No.69569
>>69559
The sound of the spring echoed far and wide, alerting Harold that his master plan had indeed worked.
He drew his knife, taking a small amount of time to reminisce on why he was out in such a remote location.
Harold's father always tried to tell him how important it was to get to know nature every now and then, but Harold was only a young boy at the time, and couldn't quite grasp the concept.
As an adult, however, Harold knew that was the reason for why he was here. Getting closer to nature, with no electronics, no use of Phoruufuul, just him, nature, and the Holy Nolan. After all, he did this every year.
He approached the trap he had made himself, peering to see what he had ensnared.
"Was getting caught part of your plan?" he said smugly, carefully drawing nearer to the cage.
What he saw, however, was no animal.
And the fact that it could speak was proof of that.
"I'm fucking sick of your autistic meme!"
That's what the creature said. It was garbled, but that's what it said.
Harold was about to accuse the monster of hotheadedness, but before he could, it leaped at him, tearing at his jugular.
Moments later, Harold found himself infected with The Heat, or what would soon be known as the Hothead Virus.
No.69591
>>69569
Who paid you to stop the story?!
No.69596
>>69569
May 20th, 2039.
Bravo Nolan stood at the podium, the agitation clear in his face. He wished he didn't have to be here, doing this, but he was the only one that the world would be satisifed with to give the message.
Of course, satisfaction is a relative thing.
A quick wipe of the forehead, and a tap of the microphone. The responsive ring was heard throughout the crowd of 100's of thousands, perhaps millions, that had gathered for President Bravo's sudden emergency speaking.
Nolan leaned into the microphone.
"As uh…" he began.
The crowd waited.
"As a precautionary response to the pathogen's sudden appearance, known as "The Heat"…"
During his pause, several crowd members argued amongst themselves whether or not "The Hothead Virus" was the true name of the disease.
Nolan continued.
"And, based off of the limited knowledge that our scientists have on the illness…"
Everyone wondered to exactly what extent "limited" entailed.
"The Global Government has hearby declared a world-wide Cease of Usage on Phoruufuul."
He braced for the crowd's response.
Bits and pieces of scorn were being screamed out all throughout the crowd.
"- can't fucking do that!"
"Then what will we use to-"
"-some sort of hotheaded small guy, is that what you are-"
Bravo Nolan needed to prove that he was in charge here.
"It is known that The Infected are not only brought into a rage state by Baneposting, but are, in fact, made more powerful by it. We simply cannot take the risk of activating what the scientists are calling…"
Nolan took a moment to read the card he had prepared.
"The Hotter Head Mode. We simply cannot allow any Baneposting until this ordeal is over. Any Banepost, especially IRL ones, have a chance of causing extreme danger if an Infected, or even a Carrier, is nearby. That is the reason for the ban."
The audience was still upset, but it seemed as if no one dared to speak up.
Until, from an old man in the crowd, drowned out by the sea of people around him…
"Uh, you don't get to ban Baneposting."
No.69597
>>69596
>Uh, you don't get to ban Baneposting
THE HERO WE NEEDED
No.69600
>>69596
Everybody gasped. They may have disagreed with President Bravo's ruling, but to actively defy Bravo Nolan like that…
The President spoke.
"While this area is safe, as the field surrounding the White House is equipped with anti-hothead devices, the ban on Baneposting is still in effect."
The last 3 words seemed to be targeted directly towards the old man, and were spoken quite venomously.
"I suggest we, as a nation, relax, until the 2000 clones of Dr. Pavel can create a cure for the pathogen."
More anger from the crowd, it seemed.
"Are you banning free speech?"
"This whole thing is a scam!"
"Why can't we just fight back against the Infected?"
Now, Nolan was tense.
"While I am aware of how important Baneposting is to our culture, and Phoruufuul to our economy, we simpy cannot take such a risk. The disease will be dealt with shortly."
The crowd argued.
"But what if the disease is man-made?"
Bravo Nolan simply glared, and dismissed the idea entirely.
No.69603
>>69600
2000 of the same scientist trailed throughout the enormous room, constantly researching, testing, and experimenting all in different ways, all at once.
Dr. Pavel # 1304 spoke up.
"Is it possible that we could use a slightly altered version of the REEEE Nerve Gas?
Dr. Pavel # 658 replied.
"You mean the gas that was designed to only kill normies back in the halfchan wars?"
"Yes. If we could create a liquid form that has the same effects, and make some minor changes-"
Dr. Pavel # 1672 cut him off.
"No, that wouldn't work. REEEE was specially designed with locks on lower-tier memes, like Pepe. It wouldn't be able to handle Baneposting, so it would have no effects on hotheads."
Dr. Pavel # 729 shared his thoughts.
"Well, do we even know what the thing is? Is it a virus? Is it a bacteria? How was it made?"
Dr. Pavel # 1349 disagreed.
"It's obviously not man-made. The only one that would make it would be a hothead, and none of them would have the determination or skill to do so. Can you name one ambitous hothead?"
Dr. Pavel # 729 could not name one. None of them, none of the 2000 Dr. Pavels, could think of a single ambitous hothead. Kind of sad, really.
However, attitudes would soon change.
No.69605
"Dr. Pavel # 619. You believe the Hothead Virus to be man-made?"
619 had no fear of being questioned by his superior in such a menacing way. After all, now's not the time for fear.
"Yes, I do, Military General, Sir."
"And, what is your reasoning?"
"The way it's designed. It seems too deliberate for something natural. I really think that someone created this with intent-"
The Military General was having none of this.
"I've heard enough. Get back to work, and stop with your crazy theories."
"But, remember the REEEE Nerve Gas? The results on the Hothead Virus show similar chemical structure to the gas!"
Suddenly, the Military General had an urge he couldn't control. He can't blow his cover. He can't act out, but the feeling is too strong. The pull is too immense. He couldn't resist what every cell in his body was wanting him to do. He had to say it.
"Gas? This is a sewer?"
No.69753
No.69758
>>69596
>"-some sort of hotheaded small guy, is that what you are-"
holy shit I'm in legit tears
please more
No.69772
>>69758
The Military General let the words flow out of his mouth.
"Gas? This is a sewer."
Dr. Pavel # 619 had his mouth agape. It seemed to take several seconds for him to process what was wrong with the General.
"You…" he spoke.
"You're infected! You're corrupt!"
619 dashed towards the research room. He had to tell people.
Of course, the Military General couldn't let this happen.
No.69798
>>69605
>gas? This is a sewer.
you're a genius. Is the military general chief foley?
No.69825
>>69798
>>69772
Dr. Pavel # 619 was getting closer and closer to the lab. If he was allowed to make it, the General was done for.
He had to fake an accident, that's the only way that the Government wouldn't be suspicous of the Military General.
"Heat Beam Attack!" shouted the General, the flames protruding from his head targeted at 619, but instead hitting the wall as the clone nimbly turned the corner.
Chasing the Dr. Pavel # 619 heading towards the research room, the General was getting desperate.
"Wavy Heat Wave Wave-Type Attack!" he screamed, molding the internal flames of his noggin into a deadly wave, burning 619's back, forearms, and thighs.
The clone only took a few moments to halt from the pain, but was able to enter the research room.
To his dismay, it was break time, and no other Dr. Pavel clones were present to bear witness.
619, running out of energy, fumbled with one of the many devices, this time plugging in new figures and data that he knew would give him the answer.
After a few seconds of waiting, the words showed up on the devices screen.
"Structural analysis complete. Pathogen confirmed as man-made due to non-uniform chemical levels, and little signs of evolution."
That was it!
The answer!
619 would be able to nip this virus in the bud, and take down those responsible for creating it.
His burnt, bleeding arms reached towards the button marked "Share data with research team."
At the same time, the Military General entered the room.
No.69826
>>69825
It was then that 619 realized who had created the pathogen.
It made sense.
"They would have all the reason to do it!" he yelled, knowing that the Military General knew the answer the whole time.
"Tell me! It's them isn't it? I know the Hothead Virus was created by one of the m-"
"Dead men don't need answers." spoke the General coldly, as he shot a fatal round of flames at 619's head.
Approaching the device 619 had been using, the General was scared at how close the clone had come to ruining his plan.
"Delete current data records." he spoke.
The computer did just that, and Dr. Pavel # 619's discovery died with him, without a chance to be exposed to the research team.
No.69827
>>69826
Oh sheeit. the fire rises
No.69833
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No.69834
>>69827
>>69833
Will continue soon, I have the rest of the story planned out already, I just have to write it down here.
No.69909
>>69834
The Hothead-Proof regions were very crowded.
Since the technology used to render Hotheads powerless is quite expensive, not many areas could be equipped with the Anti-Hothead devices.
Most of the time the method of defensive would simply be several cobalt poles in the area, each giving off slight amounts of UUUU radiation.
This radiation was, of course, harmless to Brothers. It would only harm Hotheads with prolonged exposure, and boasted a primary effect of rendering Hotheads incapable of coming too close, or using their attacks.
There were also metal fences, that produced electricity that kept Hotheads at bay. Not as effective, though.
A new type of the devices were being used more frequently, however.
Small orbs, attached to the ground, giving off frequencies of 4.9525 hz, not audible to Brothers, but does a damn good job at keeping away Hotheads.
So, you might think that only rich Brothers would be able to get in to areas where you can Banepost…
No.69913
>>69909
The dancing strands of orange never dimmed, only growing in intensity as the Hothead drew closer.
"It's not fucking funny!"
The flames towered on his head, rising, but never singing the hair of its host.
The Initiated target, female, but still a Brother, shrieked to her spouse, signaling him to escape the coming attack.
"Denny, watch out!"
Denny spun around, but his instict to protect his wife triumphed over his self-preservation.
"Becky!" he yelled.
This proved as a poor choice for Denny.
The Hothead took his chance to prepare the attack, lifting his arm up and to the side by the shoulder, and igniting the flesh with a mere thought.
"You shouldn't look away in a fight." the Hothead mocked, as he swung.
Had he not been able to block with his right arm, the Hothead Flame Slap Attack would have killed Denny.
No.69914
>>69913
"Or perhaps he's wondering why a Hothead would set his arm on fire, before slappi-" Becky began.
"No!" demanded Denny, working through the pain that the Hothead's attack had caused.
"You can't say it! It will only make him stronger!"
"That's right." the Hothead said with a smirk.
"In fact, I'm so upset right now, that one more Banepost would bring me into the Hotter Head Mode. I'd basically be going Super Saiyan."
Denny laughed.
"It's 2039, was making an outdated reference part of your plan?"
No.69955
>>69914
Well I guess I expect Denny in the wreckage brother.
No.70119
>>69914
oh nooooo
Denny gonna crash with no shurvivors
No.70121
>>70119
The Hothead grinned.
"Ahhaha! What whas that?!"
Denny realized he had messed up.
"Nothing! I said nothing!"
The Hothead stared. He widened his eyes, and, is if on cue, the fire on his head grew in immense proportions.
"Shit!' screamed Denny, feeling the heat that this Hothead was giving off.
The Hothead grew a little taller, gaining larger muscles, and growing in temperature.
"Time to die, you Initiated autist!"
The Hothead bellowed out a stream of fire through his mouth.
The Fire rose, its crisp warmth nearly burning Denny's face from inches away.
At that moment, the Hothead collapsed, and all the fire around him was snuffed out immediantly.
No.70122
>>70121
After a moment of thought, Denny came to the conclusion that he was still in the realm of the living.
He opened his eyes.
What Denny and Becky saw was no longer a Hothead, with no fire surrounding his body.
Most notably, there was a large cube of ice resting on top of the corpse.
The stranger stood a few yards away, his dripping wet arms still raised in the air.
"Looks like I did…" the man spoke.
"Who are you? How did you kill the-?" asked both Becky and Denny.
"A pretty ice job." finished the stranger, not bothering to answer any questions.
No.70208
>>70122
Was making dank puns part of his plan?
No.70235
>>70122
But who would ice a man, before telling him to freeze? Can he be trusted?
No.70270
>>69559
I like you, big guy
No.70282
>>70208
Of coursh
>>70235
You'll find out soon
>>70270
Uh, we don't get to be friends.
>>70122
The stranger approached Denny.
"Are you O.K?" he asked.
Denny, not knowing who this man was, was still on the defensive.
"Mostly…" he said. "My side is a bit burnt up where it hit me."
The stranger leaned in, and touched his right hand to Denny's wound.
"Pain?" he asked.
No.70296
>>70282
OH SHIT! IT'S CIA!
No.70308
>>70296
No
>>70282
"Stop that! You can't Banepost!" yelled Denny.
"It triggers the Hotheads, remember! How could you be-"
Denny was cut off as a strange feeling spread throughout his body. After a moment, he looked down, to see that his wounds had healed where the stranger had touched him.
"Except, not only can I heal with Baneposts…" spoke the stranger.
"I can Banepost without it attracting Hotheads."
Becky and Denny's minds were racing. A white mage form of Baneposting? A man that could Banepost without incurring the wrath of Hotheads? Who was this man?
"So, you're saying?" began Becky.
"That's right." answered the stranger.
"I can Banepost without any consequences. Essentially, it's no charge for me."
No.70309
>>70308
Denny could only manage a single word.
"How?"
The stranger merely snickered.
"Honestly, I don't want to tell you. But, do you think I could tag along with you guys?"
"We don't even know you!" argued Becky.
"Nonono, you are not my friends. I never said you were. But you two seem to have a knack for survival, and I have the ability to… well, you know. If we grouped up, we'd have the best chance of survival."
No.70430
No.70498
>>70309
>>>70309
>Denny glanced at the ground, but he only needed to spend a moment thinking.
>"Yes." he said.
>"Come along with us."
>The stranger grinned.
>Becky did not try to protest, as she knew that this man would increase their chances of survival.
>"Well, it's settled then." the stranger said. "Let's go."
>"Where are we going next?" asked Denny.
>"The biggest source of goods on the planet, Loyewl T. Island."
No.70501
>>69909
>4.9525
Absolutely genius
No.70504
>>70501
FO>UR
O>>UR
>>>UR
>>>U
No.70505
>>70504
I'm not good at fourmatting
No.70791
Bravo Nolan would be proud anon.
No.70799
Holy shit. I can't go to another board every again.
No.70810
Better than anything 10,000 English majors produced this year.
No.70882
>>70791
>>70799
>>70810
Thank you, brothers. I have been planning out the plot more and more the past few days.
>>70498
The trio followed the path the Stranger traveled, the population density of Hotheads growing exponentially thinner as they neared their destination. The Stranger, of course, knew why.
"Here we are." he spoke with grandiosity, gesturing the wide suburban city with outspread arms.
"Loywel T. Island."
Becky and Denny were silent for a moment, letting their minds absorb the sights around them, before Denny was the first to speak.
"There are no Hotheads here."
A keen observation, albeit inaccurate, for their were indeed a small amount of Hotheads in the area. Of course, they were nearing a fairly large region that was completely devoid of Hotheads.
"No." argued the Stranger. "There are a few, but they are in hiding."
"Hiding?" asked Becky. "Why?"
"Because. None of them want to go near the BFZ."
"BFZ?" asked Denny.
"The Baneposting-Friendly Zone. No Hotheads are physically able to enter those areas, and most won't come within a few hundred feet."
"So…" Denny began. "Is that where we're going?"
"Of course." answered the Stranger. "But not yet."
No.70883
>>70882
The Military General believed he would have an easier time convincing the higher-ups that Dr. Pavel # 619's death was accidental.
He was partially correct, but there was an unwanted effect.
"You say that 619 had accidentaly infected himself with The Hothead Virus during his research?"
President Nolan seemed skeptical.
"Yes." the Military General answered. "It appears that he was acting careless with the test tube samples."
"But, why would 619 act carelessly? All 2000 clones were copies of each other, meaning they all have the same personality."
The Military General panicked internally, but quickly regained composure.
"Well, if you recall, 619 seemed to believe that the Virus was man-made. He may have rushed his research based on that belief."
"But, then again, why would 619 come to a different conclusion than every other 1999 clones? Not to mention he also happened to die, it almost sounds like an assassination…"
The Military General's heart skipped a beat.
Bravo Nolan laughed.
"I was just jesting with you, General! 619's death has been ruled as an accident before you even came to speak with me."
The General breathed a sigh of relief.
No.70892
>>70883
>But, then again, why would 619 come to a different conclusion than every other 1999 clones?
So wait, did President Nolan make 2000 Pavel clones simply for all of them to come up with the same conclusion whether it be correct or not? This line confused me but then again, I wonder if that's a good thing.
No.70915
>>70892
Bravo Nolan had them do different research, but didn't expect any single clone to come to a drastically different conclusion than the other ones, because they alternate their testing methods.
Like, if Pavels 1-1000 are examining how the virus works without a host, and 1001-2000 are examining how it works with a host, they'll obviously get some different information, but no results should actively contradict other results, especially considering that each Pavel clone has the same personality and level of intelligence.
They were probably ordered to not all do the exact same tests, because that would be pointless, and it would be better to get an average of the results for 100 pairs of 15 different tests and research, and maybe have the remaining 500 research the less important or less likely aspects of the virus. Maybe a small portion of clones take very similar research steps, while the rest have a greater tolerance in what kinds of tests they perform.
619 just happened to research in a specific way that he came to conclusion of a man-made virus, which any other clone would also deduce if they did identical or similar enough research steps.
Also, even performing indentical tests in a different order could lead you to different conclusions, seeing as self-doubt, second guessing, human error, and even changes caused by the mere act of observation, would all set you slightly off course. If in test 1, you come upon 2 conclusions, but conclusion A is more likely than B, you might abandon B for a while, but if test 2, which proves B correct, takes place after test 1, you might still be less willing to accept it as fact.
This is similar to rolling a die 4 times, and each time rolling a 3, but getting a 6 on the next roll. You might expect rolling a 3 again, even though probibality does not work that way.
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No.71101
No.71195
could we compile this into a document later?
No.71276
>>71195
not only that, I hope OP publishes it on all fanfiction forums and wattpad and what not
No.71300
I would post this on our World of Text page if it wasnt so crowded with shitposting.
No.71306
>>71195
yes
>>71276
maybe
>>71300
I was actually also the OP that prompted you guys to rise the fire over at yourwordoftext.com/bane. I'm still just as big as a guy as the rest of you, I just take action in a different way. We're all equal here as brothers.
>>70883
Denny, Becky, and the Stranger exited the equipment store, newly stocked with food, water, survival gear, and weapons to fight against the Hotheads.
The Stranger pointed out the Baneposting-Friendly Zone as the next place to go.
"But…" said Denny. "How will we get in? It seems very expensive…"
The Stranger smirked.
"Leave that to me." he said, signaling for his 2 comrades to wait while he went ahead into the BFZ.
Denny and Becky talked amongst themselves, wondering why the Stranger acted so oddly, how he could Banepost without attracting Hotheads, what he was going to say to the Bouncers at the BFZ, but most of all, who he was.
Little did they know, the answer to all 4 questions was the same.
The Stranger approached the bouncer at the Baneposting-Friendly Zone, a buzz of "Big guy for you" and "Bane?" filling his ears, accompanied with several undertones of lesser quotes such as "Was getting caught part of your plan?" and "Lotta' loyalty."
Immediantly, the Bouncer demanded to know who the Stranger was, and for him to pay a fee.
Instead of emptying his pockets, the stranger simply leaned in, and told his secret to the bouncer, guarenteeing that he would be let in.
"Do you know who I am?" the stranger began. "I'm the board owner."
The Bouncer looked around, eyes wide and a smile on his face like that of an excited child.
"/bane/?" he asked, looking directly at the stranger.
The Stranger nodded. The Bouncer began to open the door into the BFZ, but was stopped by the sudden arrival of Denny and Becky.
"That was close…" the Stranger thought. "They almost found out who I was…"
As all 3 members were allowed access by the Bouncer, a member on the inside of the BFZ voiced his worry.
"Hey, did those guys pay, or are they with the-"
The Bouncer cut him off, knowing that the Stranger would want his identity to be kept a secret from his partners.
"Don't worry." he said.
"No charge for them."
The trio entered the BFZ.
No.71307
>>71306
Just for the record, I actually had this part planned since the appearance of the Stranger.
No.71319
>>71306
>"/bane/?"
was making me laugh part of your plan?
No.71322
No.71324
>>71322
Well, congratulations, you got yourself a laugh.
No.71325
No.71327
No.71371
>>71325
I'd ask what's the next step of your master plan, but that'd be a spoiler, and this is too good to be spoiled just like that.
No.71376
>>71306
Could the stranger be The Masketta Man?
No.71395
>>71376
What? No.
It was outright stated that the Stranger is, in fact, the Based Board Owner of /bane/. That's what gives him his special powers, such as Baneposting without angering Hotheads, and healing with Baneposts.
>>71306
Once again, the Military General stood with President Nolan. He was certain that, this time, he was going to be exposed.
"General." said Bravo Nolan. "Further research from the Dr. Pavel clones have led to a startling conclusion."
The Military General looked shocked, but he wasn't faking it.
Nolan continued.
"There is a 99.8% chance that the Hothead Virus was man-made."
Perhaps playing his hand too early, the General began to speak. "I-" was all he could say, before being cut off by his superior.
"While Dr. Pavel 619's hunch turned out to be correct, it is believed that his death was caused by non-virus related hotheadedness, due to the other 1999 Dr. Pavels not believing in what he had said. He has been posthumously awarded the Gun of Loyalty award."
The General could not believe that he could be so lucky. Everything was falling into place. Sure enough, Bravo Nolan would send the General to investigate, eventually bringing him to the creator of the virus.
Of course, the Military General knew who that was.
No.71976
>>71395
Was building suspense part of your plan?
No.71988
>>71976
The Stranger, Denny, and Becky sat at a table in the BFZ.
The Stranger, a piña colada in his hand, spoke first.
"Alright." he said, "Here, we can talk without having to worry."
"At least you can talk." replied Denny, "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am," The Stranger answered, "What matters, is the people trying to grab my prize."
"There are a group of mercenaries," he continued, "Who know that I have the power to Banepost without angering Hotheads. They wish to capture me, and weaponize that ability to fight against the Infected."
"But, couldn't that be a good thing?" asked Becky.
"No." The Stranger answered. "Our entire nation, Fir Risenia, would be in danger. The military is likely capable of defeating the Hotheads at this point, but they don't want to take the risk, so the corrupt members higher up in the military want to use my powers to make sure. It would kill the Hotheads, but it would also devastate civilization as we know it."
"Are you saying-" began Denny.
"Yes." The Stranger answered, "The higher-ups in the military are Hotheads, and have manged to decieve the rest of the government, even President Nolan."
"So, you're expecting us to keep you safe from these mercenary guys?"
"Aye."
Denny and Becky exchanged glances.
"And, why would we want you?"
"I think that's obvious!" replied The Stranger. "I have my unique Baneposting abilities. You don't need to know who I am, or where I came from. You help me survive, and I'll help you."
Denny thought hard for a moment, staring deep into the mysterious eyes of The Stranger.
"Alright, it's deal."
No.72252
>>71988
>Denny thought hard for a moment, staring deep into the mysterious eyes of The Stranger.
No.72279
>>71988
The man sat in his underground layer, smirking as he saw his plan unfold. Releasing the Hothead Virus upon Fir Risenia would devistate the World.
In fact, Fir Risenia was the World.
Ignoring remote locations like Antartica, and countless small tribes around the world who have never heard of Baneposting, Fir Risenia was home to every Brother on Earth.
"And…" thought the man, "They shall soon fall, along with their fire…"
___________
"How do we kill this one?!" yelled Denny, as the group was having immense trouble defeating the Hotter Head that they had crosses paths with in the desert.
"We're gonna' extinguish his head, with no survivors!" answered The Stranger, equipped with a small fire extuingisher.
"I can't let him use that on me! My head will be snuffed out for sure!" thought the Hotter Head, planning his defense against the stranger's attack. Hotheads, especailly Hotter Heads, certainly had Brothers beat when it came to Brothers using only their bodies, and Hotheads able to use their Heat Attacks, but, with weapons, Brothers sometimes had the edge.
The Stranger thought about how to attack, before being stopped by a loud yelp, which also disctracted the Hotter Head.
"Ah! It's a Hothead!" screamed the young Brother, no older than 8. Looking at his dirty face and torn clothes, it was clear that the Outbreak of The Hothead Virus had done bad to him.
Using the Hotter Head's moment of distraction, The Stranger shot him with the extinguisher, yelling a triumphant, "For you!" while doing so.
As the CO2 cleared, the Hotter Head was seen to be in a fatal state, nearly all of his flame had been destroyed by The Stranger's attack. The child was paralyzed in fear.
As the Hotter Head began squirming, Denny spoke up.
"It's over, you uninitiate. You've been beaten."
"N-nooo…" protested the Hotter Head. "N-need, warmth.. H-heat…"
The Hotter Head crawled towards the young child, who, still suffering from shock, couldn't manage to move.
"What are you doing?!" screamed Becky and Denny.
The Hotter Head placed a hand on the child, and a sickening sound was heard, similar to the intense squelching sound that glass makes when cooled quickly.
The Stranger, Denny, and Becky could tell what happened, even though they did not see it up-close. The Hotter Head had stolen the young child's body heat, killing him, in order to save himself.
No.72281
>>72279
As The Stranger saw the life leave the young child's eyes, memories came flooding back into his mind.
…………………………………………………………
February 7th, 2018…
"Hey, bro!" The Stranger could recall himself call out, on that awful, awful, day.
"How's the fire going? Did you rise it good?" he asked, entering the room of his younger brother, to check up on his Baneposting.
"Bro?"
A sickly gasp was the absolute last thing that The Stranger heard his brother say, all those years ago. All of the blood, the pain on his brothers face…
It was horrible.
That was the only way that The Stranger could ever describe that day.
"W-what the fuck!?" The Stranger yelled, holding back tears. "What the fuck did you do to my little brother?!"
The man turned around. This man was the one that The Stranger was still hunting down today. The man who killed his brother, 21 years ago. He would never forget the chilling words that the man had given to him, before disspearing, never to be seen again.
"All initiated must fall."
It was that day that changed The Stranger's life forever.
…………………………………………………………………….
No.73022
>>72281
"Heehee. HahaHAAaah!"
The Hotter Head, taking cruel satisfaction that he had killed a child to save himself, began emitting horrid giggles.
"You thought you had me beat…" it spoke through laughs, "But you just wasted your time, and this boy's life!!"
"You!" Denny yelled, "Monster!"
"Coward!" screamed Becky.
The Hotter Head gave a smug grin. "Do something about it." it said, "Come at me.'
With this, the Hotter Head brought its arms up, and let the fire on its head rise again, igniting to make him more powerful than before.
"Hotter Head…" it chanted, preparing the attack as it stretched its arms out, channelling the hateful heat power into one area.
"No." spoke The Stranger, tranquil fury in his eyes. He brought his fist back, quick as lightning, and charged at the Hotter Head.
"…Ultra Beam…" the Hotter Head continued, performing the final alignments of his Chi to vaporize his opponants.
"You die." continued The Stranger, approaching the Hotter Head.
"…Fire!" finished the Hotter Head.
At the exact same time, The Stranger shot his arm forward, propelling a clenched fist into the Hotter Head's face. The numerous cracking sounds of several bones breaking combined into a louder crunching noise, as the flesh on the Hotter Head's face squished back impossibly far to make room for the incredible force driving into it.
As most of its facial skin flattened, losing all depth, and folding into the Hotter Head's face, the flesh also stretched in other directions. The energy behind The Stranger's punch not only vibrated and tore the skin, but also severely dented the Hotter Head's facial structure itself, bone and muscle snapping as well, as both caved in and fell apart.
After the sudden change in velocity to the Hothead's skull, its brain spun, smashing into hard bone in all directions with absurd speed. The Hotter Head fell to the ground, and the fire on its head vanished all at once.
"H-how…?" it spoke with dying breath.
"That boy was worth a thousand, no, a million of you." stated The Stranger, wiping a bloody scrap of flesh off of his fist. "Fuck you." he added, "This is what you deserve."
"But…" the Hothead gasped, "Your attack? How could you hit me… with that much force… a mere human………"
"I don't care how it happened. I don't care how my punch surpassed Mike Tyson by an order of magnitude. All I care is that you're going to be competely dead in a few seconds."
The Hotter Head fell silent, and The Stranger was proven right.
No.73031
>>71988
Is…is this set to the style of Hills Like White Elephants by Ernest Hemingway or am I just too much of an English teacher?
No.73109
>>73031
Never read it, so no. What's it about?
No.74269
>>73022
Should I continue?
No.74276
>>74269
PLEASE. If you're ok with it.
No.74300
>>74276
President Nolan sat with the Council, protected by Hotheads with the Anti-Unitiate UUUU radiation poles.
The flight plan for the Council listed;
Bravo Nolan, Leader of The Free World,
Button Lee, Tactical Organizer of Master Plans,
Seec Ret'Leah Hawtid, the Military General,
and,
Ittin Ven Shuns, CEO of BaneTech Industries, and creator of Phoruufuul.
However, one person was not present. One individual was not inside of the Anti-Hothead Zone. That person was Seec Ret'Leah Hawtid, the Military General.
The meeting began without him.
"We have, through scannings and eyewitness," began Nolan, shifting his gaze to talk to every person in the room, "Discovered the location in which The Hothead Virus was inititally created. It is an underground laboratory, and is assumed to be heavily guarded."
All members present gasped. Were they being chosen for a mission?
Bravo Nolan continued.
"The Mission Plan I just filed with myself lists me, none of you, but only one of the people that should be here. Seriously, where the hell is the military general?!"
As if on cue, Seec showed up, saluting the President.
"I apologize, Sir, here I am."
The other members of the Council sighed, somewhat dissapointed that they were not chosen.
"Good." Nolan said, looking at Seec, "You will accompany me to the location, and we will solve this case together. Do you accept?"
The Military General's master plan was coming together just perfectly. He would be alone with Nolan, and be able to join forces with the creator of the Virus.
"I accept, Sir!" he said, always careful to never cross the line into the UUUU radiation area, and not stay for too long…
No.75571
>>74300
Are you still here? I bookmarked this thread since your first post.
No.75785
>>75571
Yeah, I'm still here.
was bookmarking my thread part of your plan?
No.78188
>>75785
I will trade my rarest CIA's for the rest of OP's story
No.78284
No.78630
>>78188
The Stranger was in quite a sore mood after what had happened. The massive display of his power, however, had shocked Denny and Becky.
The trio traveled onwards, although not towards any particular destination, until Denny voiced his complaints.
"Um…" he asked, a slight hint of angry impatience in his tone, "Where are we going? Are we even going anywhere?"
"I…" The Stranger spoke, kneeling down onto the ground, his eyes welling up, "I don't know… the memories keep coming back…"
"M-memories?" Becky asked, shoving her way to see The Stranger's teary, distraught face, "What memories?"
Their conversation immediantly took a turn when the three of them heard an unmistakable tune.
"…hey Bane, take the mask off! You're a Big Guy, CIA!"
That tune, that brilliant tune! And, it was coming closer! Only one person had a car that played Bane Star, and would be able to afford protection against Baneposts of that levell…
"President Nolan," Seec Ret'Leah Hawtid spoke from the driver's seat, "We have a problem."
The President, The Stranger, Denny, and Becky all noticed it at the same time. There was a Hothead in the road, blocking the car.
"B-Brav-!" spoke Denny, freezing in silence and shock as he sees the President emerge from his car, seemingly suicidal.
"My one regret…" Bravo Nolan said, whipping out a pistol from his pocket, spinning the barrel, and aiming it directly at the beasts face, "Is that I don't have a plane to throw you out of."
"Click" went the gun, as Bravo tossed it away after pulling the trigger in a daze of brilliance.
Only, he had already shot one bullet, and had the misfortune for his spin to land on an empty chamber…
No.78640
>>78630
don't stop now
you can't blueball a Big Guy like that
I must know how this saga ends.
10/10
bravo anon
No.78776
>>78640
"Oh no." spoke Nolan, in a tone of complete fiercy manliness as his eyes met those of the Hothead, time seeming to move slow as the latter prepared to attack the defenseless President.
"Hothead…" it chanted, locking Bravo in its sights as it charged to kill.
"Shit!", "Oh, shit!", and "This is shit!" yelled Seec, The Stranger, and Denny, respectively, watching in horror as their President approached his doom.
"No…" muttered Bravo.
"Laser……" the Hothead yelled, a dazzling orange glow surrounding its mouth.
"Stop!" screamed The Stranger, propelling his body towards the President, his feet shuffling through the dirt quickly, and without a second thought.
"Beam!" the Hothead finished, sending a blinding line of firey light outwards, aiming to kill Bravo Nolan, President of the World.
The only target he had managed to hit, however, was The Stranger, whose body lay in a crisp heap on the ground, before he collapsed.
It all happened so quick. The Hothead was able to be defeated in its moment of distraction, but The Stranger had made the ultimate sacrifice to save President Nolan.
No.78982
No.79670
>>78982
Rage.
That's all Denny could really feel at the time, understandably so. He was certainly angrier than he had ever been, but, on some level, he had a faint awareness of the fact that this might not be the worst thing that will happen on his journey.
But, that didn't matter right now. The Stranger, the leader of the group, and their best chance at survival was dead.
There was an incredibly sharp sound as the palm of Bravo Nolan opened flat, sending itself careening across the face of the Hothead, and causing it to topple over.
"That's the BNBS." Nolan spoke, kneeling to inspect the corpse of The Stranger, "The Bravo Nolan Bitch Slap."
Denny's rage flowed at a steady pace, the anger running through him at a constant race as he became more and more furious. The disgusting Hothead, causing the death of The
Stranger….!
A transformation seemed to nearly take place. Denny, blinded by his emotions, could only slightly sense his muscles bulging, his body itself growing, the hair on his head receeding.
Lastly, he could feel the pressure forming around his face. It was cold and hard, he could feel the resistance his mouth put up against the force as it built up.
But, as quickly as it had came, all of these things left, and Denny was left in the same state as before.
So many things were happening at once. Denny was absolutely infuriated, Becky was on the ground, crying, Nolan was muttering thanks and apoligies to The Stranger, and Seec seemed to have the slightest smile on his face.
No, that can't be. Just seeing things.
"For a Big Guy to sacrifice himself for me…" Nolan spoke, a single tear streaming down his masculine British face, "I extend my deepest gratitudes to you…"
"Not ye-" spoke the Hothead, seemingly down, but not out, before his face was utterly crushed by Denny's boot, smashed so hard that parts turned into paste.
Not many words had to be spoken. The Stranger was given a private burial, to avoid controversy with his sacrifical death, and Denny and Becky went on their ways, as did Nolan and the Military General.
No.80650
>>79670
I suppose he was expected in the wreckage brother.
No.85922
>>79670
Hey OP how about completing this.
No.89170
>>85922
If you insist. I will continue it later today.
No.89171
No.89173
>>89170
I've been waiting since 3 months
No.89806
>>89170
Please OP I need closure.
No.89808
>>69559
We should spam Nolan's mail to get him to get you permission to make this into an actual book. Then you have my permission to die.
No.89814
>>89173
It's been 3 months OP! How is this story still going on?
ha
No.89820
Can a generous brother make a pdf out of this?
No.89824
Top teirbaneposting brother
No.89855
B R A V O O P
R
A
V
O
O
P
Please make this a Google Doc or something that won't die.
Also, consider expanding this for NaNoWriMo
No.90041
No.90060
>>79670
>>85922
>>89170
>>89171
>>89173
>>89181
>>89806
>>89808
>>89814
>>89820
>>89824
>>90041
Worry not, brothers. Nolan will guide us all through life, ensuring that the fire rises forever…
…
"I-it's been a week…"
Becky spoke calmly, and with sorrow, bringing up the disturbing topic of death once again. The Stranger certainly was the group's key to survival, and, without him, everything was so much harder.
"Are we going toD!?" she continued, blocking her husbandu before he could respond to reassure her. The sentence would have been coherent, but the beat-up truck the couple was traveling in had little stability, and hitting even a little pothole can greatly startle someone who is already on edge.
She regained her composure
"…going to die…?"
"Nooh…." Denny responded, letting the word slide out, putting no enthusiasm into the dragged-out vowels as he pushed the sounds through. He wasn't depressed or hopeless, but rather preoccupied.
"Nice. Nice one-word answer. Thanks." his waifu spat, "You got something on your mind?!"
Now Denny was upset. He opened his mouth wide, ready to speak, and taking in the sight of the many Hotheads darting and shambling across the road.
"It doesn't matter what's on my mind…" Denny stated, immediately attracting one of the Hotheads, and causing it to run to the truck.
"Do not say-"
"…what matters is these zombies." '
The Hothead, the Unitiated creature, leapt onto the windshield, thrashing its head madly, biting down and easily melting through the glass with its teeth. By the time Denny could activate the windshield wiper and knock the beast off, a large hole had been made in the glass.
"…Sorry…" Denny spoke sheepishly.
"W-what the fuck was that?!" Becky asked in rage, "Did you somehow fucking forget that Baneposting attracts the Hotheads?!"
"Hey, I said I was sorry! You think you're the boss here, or something?!"
"Maybe I am the boss! Yeah! I'm in charge here!"
Upon saying these words, Becky was surrounded by a glow. She was completely illuminated for several seconds, before the light vanished. It did not last long, but it sure gave Denny a spook.
After it was over, she wept. She cried out that she was scared, and the tension between the 2 had ceased. He began to comfort her, they had stopped yelling at each other. Caressing Becky's face gently, Denny whispered words of encouragment.
They both realized that they needed some Netflix and chill.
Undoing her jacket to fondle those titties, Denny paused for a short moment.
"Were you…" he asked, "Always wearing a blue shirt?"
No.90061
>>90060
What is this, fanfiction?
No.90064
>>90061
You seem to be infected, try cooling your head. Did you notice the hints that I dropped throughout that part of the story? I'm just furthering plot.
>>90060
After a great deal of traveling, President Nolan and the Military General had reached their destination. A metal doorway hidden deep in the mountains, almost impossible to find amongst the vast structure of rock.
They exchanged a few words, and entered.
"Very dark…" Nolan observed, blinking after the door shut, leaving him and his right-hand man shrouded in blackness.
"Shall I use the flashlight, Mr. President?" Seec Ret'Leah Hawtid asked, speaking with upmost respect, but in truth, almost unable to contain his excitement. He had finally made it to the place he needed to be, and Nolan had no idea.
The Military General would soon meet up with the man who created the Hothead Virus, and cause the fall of Baneposters!
"We can each use one," Bravo Nolan answered, digging through a backpack to pull out 2 flashlights, "We will be able to spread more light."
Both of them equipped a flashlight, pressing the buttons to fill the caveway with light, and showing the staircase leading down in front of them. Without hesitation, they walked.
As they reached the bottom, the Military General's pride was it its peak. However, when he saw the grate and ladder at the end of the staircase, he immediantly switched to panic.
It just got worse and worse. The President was speaking, but the General did not hear any of it. By how strong the urge was, he knew it was over for him.
He just couldn't help his Hothead instincts, and that was going to cost him everything. He couldn't help but do this, even if it meant blowing his cover just before claiming victory.
"We're…" he said, gesturing to the grate.
"We're gonna go down there, right?"
No.90075
No.90076
There's possibility that this really exists OP because of the multiverse theory.
No.90122
Don't stop OP I wan't to see how this ends
No.90164
>>69559
>ars are extremely scarce, as are most forms of crime.
>
>The poverty, suicide, illness, and crime rates are the lowest in all of recorded history.
The planes are always crashing though
No.90183
No.90281
>>90064
Thanks OP keep the oc flowing
No.90382
>>90075
>>90122
>>90281
>>90183
Thanks, big guys.
>>90164
>the planes are always crashing though
Just you wait
>>90076
Hmm…
>>90064
Aaargghhhh! He threw it all away! Everything he had worked towards, all put into the trash at the last moment possible, just because of the instincts he had as a Hothead!
But maybe, his master plan would still work. It was possible, he thought. It would be difficult, and have a much lesser payout, but it was his best shot!
The General had to kill President Nolan.
How, though, could he manage a sneak attack, when his John Blake-esque outburst had brought Bravo's guard up?
Slowly, Nolan turned his entire body around. After a second or two, his nearly-blank expression stared deeply into the General's panicky eyes, a tiny hint of confidence blanketing his face.
Because The Military General was an /a/utist, he mentally compared the President's demeanour to that of King Bradley from Fullmetal Alchemist. The look on his face and the way he slowly rotated to view him were factors of this, as well as Nolan unsheathing a sword.
"Seec Ret'Leah Hawtid," the President spoke, "this whole time, you were secretly a Hothead?"
"It was in my name, I'm surprised you didn't notice sooner."
"You said your name had Welsh origins, General!"
"Welshit. You caught me in a lie."
"Heh. Was getting caught part of your plan?"
"Did you just…?" the General asked in disbelief, power surging through him as the President's Banepost activated his latent Hothead abilities.
"Damn. I have a TERRIBLE memory sometimes…"
Aha! The General could use this to his advantage!
"Whatever. Do you think you could remember what your sword is made out of?"
"Steel." Nolan answered, prompting an immediate response from the Military General to adjust his internal dials.
"Liquified, byaatch!" the General taunted, spraying out a jet of flames and melting Nolan's sword.
No.90383
>>90075
>>90122
>>90281
>>90183
Thanks, big guys.
>>90164
>the planes are always crashing though
Just you wait
>>90076
Hmm…
>>90064
Aaargghhhh! He threw it all away! Everything he had worked towards, all put into the trash at the last moment possible, just because of the instincts he had as a Hothead!
But maybe, his master plan would still work. It was possible, he thought. It would be difficult, and have a much lesser payout, but it was his best shot!
The General had to kill President Nolan.
How, though, could he manage a sneak attack, when his John Blake-esque outburst had brought Bravo's guard up?
Slowly, Nolan turned his entire body around. After a second or two, his nearly-blank expression stared deeply into the General's panicky eyes, a tiny hint of confidence blanketing his face.
Because The Military General was an /a/utist, he mentally compared the President's demeanour to that of King Bradley from Fullmetal Alchemist. The look on his face and the way he slowly rotated to view him were factors of this, as well as Nolan unsheathing a sword.
"Seec Ret'Leah Hawtid," the President spoke, "this whole time, you were secretly a Hothead?"
"It was in my name, I'm surprised you didn't notice sooner."
"You said your name had Welsh origins, General!"
"Welshit. You caught me in a lie."
"Heh. Was getting caught part of your plan?"
"Did you just…?" the General asked in disbelief, power surging through him as the President's Banepost activated his latent Hothead abilities.
"Damn. I have a TERRIBLE memory sometimes…"
Aha! The General could use this to his advantage!
"Whatever. Do you think you could remember what your sword is made out of?"
"Steel." Nolan answered, prompting an immediate response from the Military General to adjust his internal dials.
"Liquified, byaatch!" the General taunted, spraying out a jet of flames and melting Nolan's sword.
No.90435
>>90382
>Welshit
heh. genious.
No.90613
No.90683
>>90383
ill continue this tomorrow
or should I do it no, although no one is probably lurking…
No.90879
>>90383
Secretly hothead, no idea how i missed that.
No.90939
>>90683
The baneposting must continue brother
No.91308
>>90683
Still lurking and craving more
No.91311
We expect the rest of the story, brother. Don't leave us dangling from this plane.
No.92083
>>91308
>>90939
>>91311
Aye. I had a lot of work to do, but now I have some free time.
>>90383
"What?!" Hawtid shouted, as a brand new shimmer emerged from the melted ruins of Nolan's sword.
"Sword…" Bravo muttered, kneeling ever so slightly to snatch the glimmer, "…inside of a sword!"
"Neverrr!" the General shouted in rage, pushing his arms back and forth numerous times, shooting out a barrage of fireballs, "Never! Never, nev-"
As he spoke, the President attacked without fear, tunneling the blade right through the Hothead's neck, launching blood and flesh in many directions.
"Uckk…!" Seec choked, now nearing death.
"You thought you could beat me? Pssh, nothing personnel, kid."
Now, the Military General had lost. Nothing could save him. He was, however, a polite man, so…
"B-bravo, Nolan…" he praised with his last breathe of life.
"Bravo, indeed." said Nolan in agreement, pulling his sword out of the dead creature, and descending down the ladder.
He kept his weapon drawn, as he knew he may have to fight his way out. He was now in the presence of the person who had created the Hothead Virus. It was dark.
"I know you're down here." he said, cautiously scanning the area, "Show yourself. I've found you, I've won."
"I'm here…" spoke a man, in an unusally calm, friendly, but almost mocking tone.
"Stay there! Hands up!" Nolan ordered, now on edge, but the man continued to walk towards him, the darkness still shrouding his figure.
"President…" he began.
"Stop! Who ARE you?! What was your motive to create this virus?!"
"I think once you see me, President, you will understand…" he replied, drawing nearer and nearer, until Nolan could finally identify the man.
"Bud Hertphig!" Nolan shouted in shock, "You created the virus… Y-you're…"
"That's correct, President…" answered Bud, "I was a moderator on /tv/…"
No.92105
>>92083
>Pssh, nothing personnel, kid.
my sides don't stop
No.92538
>>92083
Uh you don't get to stop posting this saga.
No.93192
No.94827
Please come back OP don't make me beg.
No.98606
>>92083
You must get this story on board and finally call it in
No.98702
Dear CIA,
If you check your flightplan you'll see I have been a really good brother this year rising the fire on /bane/, /b/ and /pol/ as well as removing hotheads on bloc and baneposting irl everyday. For banemas this year instead of you and bane crashing a plane with no survivors could you help OP call the rest of his story in.
No.100994
>>92538
>>92105
>>93192
>>94827
>>98606
>>98702
Don't worry, big guys. I'm here. I'm also going to start an Oregon Trail thread.
No.106550
>>100994
Expect me to stay in this wreckage forever brother.
No.107124
Was keeping us waiting part of your plan?
No.114467
No.114482
>>114467
It can't be over… it just can't…
No.114484
Let's summon OP.
>Speak of the devil…
No.125855
Well, it has been FIVE FUCKING YEARS.
No.125856
>>125855
A beautiful chorus rang out as the reincarnations of Bane and CIA boarded the plane. Among the smoldering heaps of slain Hotheads, countless Brothers were watching and singing a song of Bane and CIA's ensuing victory in the battle against the bitch that started all this Hotheadery.
He was Christian Bale, and don't think I mean Christian Bane.
He was the Baleman, and, yes, the Batman.
He was Patrick Bateman as Christian Bale, and he was Norman Bates, too.
Above all, though, he was a Masturbator.
It doesn't matter what he was. What matters is the song, and it sounded like…
No.125857
Part of your plan
Getting caught, shot, I'm throwin'
But not from my plane; too big, too strong
Friends you can't bring
Head's so hot in the summer
Mercenary, you came along
Guys, crashing planes
Grabbing prizes
Big for me
Big for you
Sweet Bane of mine
Good times never seemed so good
The Flight Plan says I
Should remove this big guy's hood
But if I
Pull your mask right
Off, would it kill my only
Love in the world, painful for you?
Bane, would it hurt?
Well, it makes my head colder
But your hired guns, they're loyal, too
Warm, fire rise
In the wreckage
Big for me
Big for you
Sweet Bane of mine
Good times never seemed so good
Feather in my
Cap, but you ask me why would
Some one shoot
Sweet Bane of mine
Aye, he didn't fly so good
Sweet Bane of mine
Behind Mosquito Man's hood
Sweet Bane of mine
Maybe you'll learn to fly good
No.131147
>>125857
Well thanks anyway OP really enjoyed your story.
No.131155
>>131147
was necroing a dead thread part of your plan?
No.138805
No.138930
>>138805
You don't get to bump threads!