Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30248084-20170818225356

'The following story is mean't as a joke and is not intended to upset or insult users mentioned in this story. Some you may see here will be extremely inaccurate, so do not take this as  a literate fact.'

Alrightly little runts! This is just a recent story and is still under a few forms of development. Now... Where to start... Oh, yes!

It all started when PlaceRebuilder has developed the next tier of Automatic rifles for the R2D:A Community for couch-potatoes and no-life scoundrels. He was in a rush, not bothering to look on a nearby book and calculator that is next to him when he began his development on his small device. After recieving his mesh, he sighs with relief and finishes up the statistics while having blind fold on for an extra challenge - which unfortunately begins our journey to a path of open revolt!

​It all starts with one average user under the name of Peridot from a universe with many ugly colors of martian men/women with a mix of humans and superman's powers. He purchases the Famas, at first, with a satisfaction of awe; Ready to shred a zombie to smitherines! But he has found a hideous truth - The gun is very inefficient even with a larger magazine, and has been killed by brutes, tickers, edgars and on this case, normal zombies far too many times. When he realises that the stats are completely imbalanced, he balls his fists up in anger - ripped off by the owner of a marvelous game. He gives a shout to the almighty PR, and some fellow nooblings and average no-lifers speak up in agreement. PR notices the rise on the request to balance the gun, and shrugs; He believed that the gun was all fine and people are just being critics as usual. Frusterated, Peridot rallies more nooblings and no-lifers and march up to his house to declare their just demands. PR looks down to the crowd with a frown of disgust, but he replies to them all that he will change them in the next update - Rejoice! His demand was heard and Peridot and many other nooblings and no-lifers walk backj to their houses to be in their parent's basement.

On the following day of update, PR just shrugged off the idea while smirking; believing that he "Dreamed" of a huge riot at his house and later on made some fixes on the game R2D:A. Peridot explodes like a Hiroshima Bomb when realising, when he played the updated version, that the bloody Famas was not updated and died many times over and over again. He rushes out of the house to get his handas on PR - but was dragged off by Moderaters Infinite Bread and Jopede after being reported for yelling at the creator in the face while in his very house, as was said by a pedestrian named Mister Noob, which is in great distress. Infuriated on being tossed out, a lightbulb flashes in his mind - an idea to create an Essay on the proof for PR to update and for sure, balance out any other gun in it's wake. Nooblings and no-lifers kudo'ed the 'Essay' with agreement - they were also in bitter rage that their beloved gun was not balanced out again. Peridot, to ensure that PR gets the message, makes a short clip on his claim, which has also gained great support. PR was sweating nervously to the replies on this Essay, so he hires KezzeraRBX to shut down the thread with success. PR relaxes for the time being, but has enraged Peridot to a close limit to near-murdering someone. He tries to keep his cool, making another thread to regroup the nooblings and no-lifers and is still climbing to this day as I speak.

And that is the story of the Famas Uprising. Now excuse me runts, I need to get my tally in place.

=( Lost Ratchet )= 