NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a day like any other. Three boys, Kyle, Brandon, and Stefan where sitting by there M1A1 Abrams with a friend Squirrel they call Chessler. yes...this was a day like like any other. Untill......

Kyle: Dammit, were outta Pie!

Stefan: Okay ill go get another one outta the Abrams

Brandon: Hurry now! I need some more Pie!'

Stefan: hmm, now where did I put that.....WHAT!?!?!?!


*Thats when they all saw it. It was just rolling across the countryside....it was HUGE...too big to belive...it was.....The one and only.....Ernie.*

Kyle: WTF!?!?! Is that what I think it is?!?!

Chessler: Squeak! Squeak!

Brandon: Well you know what we have to do...

Kyle: im a step ahead of you

*Kyle pulls out his RPG launcher and begins to fire...But this only made the Ernie more powerful*

Kyle: What are we gonna do?!?!

Brandon: We cant Stand up to this alone...we need some support....contact the government....tell them we need assistance.

Kyle: But that wont be enough....we need help from other nations.

Brandon: That is True.

Kyle: Hey where did stefan go....

Brandon: he is in the Abrahms....the one that.....Ernie just swalloed.

Kyle: no, hes gone.

Chessler: Squeak! Squeak!

Brandon: Chessler the squirrel is right! we must leave before he gets us!

Kyle: right! lets get outta here!

*as they where talking the Ernie continued to grow...it was fatter than any known being, and taller than anyone too. think of him as 400ft and growing tall, and 400ft and growing wide.*

OOC: yes he is basicly a humongus Pudgy Ball

*all other nations, I need you guys to help come destroy the Ernie, and bring peace to the Crimson Empire.

Will many many nuclear silos help?

"This is Mobius Lead, picking up anything down there Raingod?"

"Oh geeze...the radar's picking up a- holy shit!! What the hell is that, Bill?...You...you don't know?? Uh, Mobius 1, seems to be a large distrurbance on the ground over in Cromson Blades, you are free to engage should anything happen."

"Roger, Raingod. Let's move out Warbirds!"

The 20 F-62Cs streaked across the darkened sky towards the so far undetermined problem in Crimson Blades, only time would tell.

*as kyle ans brandon and Chessler the Squirrel where running, they saw a few jets fly overhead*

Kyle: what the hell are those?

Brandon: thier definatly not Bladiean

Kyle: Well lets pray to the Bombgodalmighty to help them

Brandon: right

Chessler: Squeak!!!!!

"Mobius 1, Fox 3!"

"Mobius 2, Fox 3."

"Mobius 3, 4, 5, 6, Fox 3."

"Mobius 7-15 breaking low, Fox 1."

"Mobius 16 through 20, Fox 1."

40 missiles leaped out at different altitudes for the object that loomed in the distance. As soon as each plane released a missile, the rotating launchers were already spinning to deliver the next ready round. Peaking through the now open internal bays, the -62s bore down on the object waiting for an impact...

Brandon and Kyle watched in awe as the Planes launched thier barrage of missiles against the Ernie. but they knew what would happen next.

As the missiles came to the Ernie, the giant fat pudgeball opened its mouth and the missile where digested. it had only grown stronger from the "missile food" and know the two boys and thier friend squirrel thought all hope was lost.