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I'm gonna write a short story about kym.

Last posted Jan 18, 2010 at 10:03PM EST. Added Oct 19, 2009 at 12:10PM EDT
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Meme Elimination Game? :D

I wrote some notes about how KYM got started in an old thread if it's a historical thing:
https://knowyourmeme.com/forums/1-general/topics/36-how-did-this-all-begin

Thanks,i'll use the meme elimination game :3
It'll be more of a novel-ish story,like if kym was its own world,and each section was something of a city,like the featured being a glistening Manhattan-esque area while the deadpool is a rundown,abandoned ghetto filled with weird people,like forced memes.

I decided I sound like batman.

Part one; Chapter one
I woke up, and tumbled out of my cold, itchy bed.
That’s how life is in the city of Deadpool.
I decided to skip breakfast; my cereal was already filled with roaches.
I grabbed my grey coat, the exact color of my skin, and the mirror taunts me with my ever lasting smile-I need to get a real avatar soon…
I walk outside, wishing I could frown.
The city looks rotten, and dead.
There is a man on my corner, trying to sell produce to survive.
“You wanna buy this apple?” he meekly says, knowing nobody in the city had money to spend. Walking a few blocks, I cross the street.
I always hated those Advice dog variants.
The Advice dog variants are a strange cult, revolving around attention. They sport rainbow striped robes, and run wild around the City, screaming random phrases.
Next-door to the Variants is a condemned warehouse, I quickly run in. In rusty, weathered letters the front door reads “CAMOAWAM”
I am an officer; always trying to convince the Admin's that it is a meme.
A hooded figure sits at a table in front of me, he tells me to take a seat.
That’s not the leader.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“You sound nothing like Redspear, show me your face.”
He removes the hood.
And there, I see it.
The face of hell.
He is known by nobody, nobody but me.
His name?
Mafia boy.

Part two; Chapter One
I rush out of the building, blindly darting around.
This was shocking, my leader was gone-I was like a pawn without a leader…
I needed to put myself together, and I couldn’t do it in this hell hole. I went found the dirt road that leads out of Deadpool, and I looked at the sign that loomed above me. “YOU ARE NOW LEAVING DEADPOOL.DON’T STEAL ANYTHING.”
Under it, the ground switched immediately from a cold, dirt road to a sleek asphalt one. I took my first step out of the city, the air smelled clean and fresh, kind of.
I kept going, and I noticed where I was.
Submissionopolis.
The sky was a slightly light gray, the clouds where white. The ground was sort of dark gray…I think.
Nothing about it was definite; it all seemed like a question.
As I kept walking down the highway, a white-is cab pulled up to me.
The mirror rolled down, and I shuddered.
It was a black guy, with a grey handlebar moustache.
He asked me “Need a lift?” in a casual way.
I said no, and coughed.
The air changing so fast must have agitated my lungs.
He stared at me in Horror and said, in a ghostly voice
“SHUT.”
“DOWN.”
“EVERYTHING.”
I quickly walked away.
People in Submissionopolis are weird.
When I finally reached the city, it was more peaceful think.
There was a short, rich looking man on what I think was a horse.
And a large man with a beard and a crown, selling burgers.
I casually walked over and gave him around two dollars.
He handed me a burger with something that MIGHT be cheese.
I practically inhaled it, and then a billboard caught my eye.
“VISIT CONFIRMED WORLD, A LAND OF PROPER SPELLING AND DEFINITE MEMES.”
And I had an epiphany.
This is where I had to go; I just couldn’t go back to Deadpool after seeing what MIGHT be paradise.
I couldn’t even stay here, I think. I need something definite, something absolute.
And confirmed world is where it’s at.
But that was so far away, how was I to get there?
I had an idea.
It was pretty late; the admins were all probably off. I went into an internet cafe and made a meme entry.
“Flying saucer thing that takes people to confirmed world”
I waited, and then in a few seconds, that very same thing was outside of the cafe.
I jumped in, and started my way to Confirmed World…

Part three; Chapter One
Zipping around the sky, I for once in my life felt relaxed.
And then I stopped.
I noticed that from a few hundred feet, I was hurdling towards the ground, my saucer was gone-I realized that an admin had Deadpooled it.
Seeing as I had nothing left to do, I simply curled into a ball and waited for my impact.
It came, but not a hard as I expected.
I was on a hard surface, no doubt. And it was damp.
I figured it was my own blood, but I felt no pain.
Miraculously, I got up, and surveyed my surroundings.
That wasn’t my blood, it was damp wood.
I looked around, and I noticed I was on a ship.
It wasn’t vacant.
I saw a shadow from around a corner, of what seemed to be a very large man.
I hid behind a barrel, trying to be silent.
“Who’s that?!” I heard.
I peeked through a hole, and saw it was no man.
It was a hippo, with a pirate hat, wielding a large mallet with the inscription “BH” on it
I figured since he was pretty big, I could just outrun him if he was violent so I slowly crept up, with my hands in the air.
I told him my story, everything that had happened today.
He chuckled and introduced himself.
“My Name’s Captain Blubber, and you are?”
I introduced myself.
All of a sudden, a huge gong sounded.
He grinned, and I shuddered.
It was time.
Meme Elimination Game.

Part one; Chapter two
Meme elimination game, a cruel blood sport popular only in Confirmed world-it seems that is where I had landed.
As I neared the stadium, I noticed the city, how beautiful it looked compared to Deadpool City.
It was a rich town, with lots of useless parks with fountains, lots of museums of memes and lots of snobbery. Lots of Admin's hung around here, like my newly found friend Blubber, and Chris.
Waiting in line for the Stadium with Blubber, he told me he was going to go abuse his admin powers, and take a seat in the front row.
Even though I disliked the whole sport, he said he'd save me a spot so I couldn't turn him down.
I noticed at the end of the line, a whole group of people that look like me where being denied entrance.
I realized why, the noob avatar we where all wearing.
I dashed out of line and behind the stadium, looking for a dumpster.
I rooted the nearest one, and I could only find two avatar's that fit.
A boxxy/awesome smiley or an ogre.
I took the ogre.
Heading back to the line, I quickly rushed up to the front, saying I was with Blubber.
The bouncer, a big red-headed dude with a goatee grunted, and opened the gate. Finally inside, I walked over to the seat next to a very content Blubber, who was fixated on the arena-eating popcorn.
The rules were simple. Contestants where held to the ceiling a few hundred feet over a pit filled with spikes.
People were constantly voting and placing bets on who would live the longest.
Each contestant was held up by twenty ropes, whenever someone in the crowd voted them down, a rope was shot off by a marksman.
Whenever someone voted up, a rope from the ceiling came down to said contestants level, allowing the contestant to tie themselves onto a new rope.
Some where more well off-a little blue lizard lay sleeping in a rope hammock, of at least thirty ropes.
Meanwhile, a man on a bulldozer was missing a few, and with the combined weight of the man and bulldozer with the missing ropes, it looked like he was going to fall soon.
Then I noticed, in the balcony seats.
King Dubs.
And he had a man behind him with a gun, presumably one of the marksmen.
Then I noticed it wasn't just anybody.
It was Redspear.
And he wasn't aimed at the contestants.
He was aimed at King Dubs.

Thanks, Tristan. I just base the characters by what the meme-forcers made them look like so not much praise is really needed.

Also, don't listen to Blubber. He's been lying and pulling everybody's leg since day one. He tries to hide the fact, but he's really Jamie's alternate account. How else would he have become an admin (besides sucking up MAJORLY, of course)?

Skeletor-sm

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