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I thought we already knew it was Fish? o:

Aha! Irrefutable and unquestionable proof! Of course. rolleyes

His voice as an author sounds a bit different from fish, and whether that's a product of the mood or the author isn't too clear, but I wouldn't be suprised if it really wasn't fish.

ALSO: nice ending. Good touch with the gun.

This is the best thing.

K. guys. It's me.
Why else would I include me in every entry?





jk.

Wonder who the NEMESIS is.

Fall of the Mods
A Nintendo Cult Fanfiction

It all started when Denko was mysteriously murdered and replaced by Xiloscent. Nobody had any answers. Cheesio, a rising young reporter, even interviewed one of the mods, Waynebrizzle, who had absolutely no clue what had happened. Eventually he was told by a medical official (Owwin) that Denko had overdosed. Denko starred in a movie that was to come out a few months later. It was Chadwarden: The Dark Knight. He played Chadwarden (of course).

But nothing was right. Somebody was obviously out to kill the current rulers of the city. Trenn and Wayne tried to communicate with Fish and ask him what was going on, but they would get no response. The city's main ruler had become extremely depressed, and at this point would not even talk back when spoken to.

The two decided to investigate this strange death, but for weeks came across nothing. They finally gave up one day in the lounge, but their suspicions were still aroused.

“I don't like this Xilo guy,” Wayne started, “His election reeked of being rigged, and he hardly seems sorry that Denko is dead. And another thing, I hardly think Denko OD'd, he probably mmf-”

Trenn covered Wayne's mouth violently and shushed him with an index finger before getting up and slowly creeping up to the door of the room they were in. At that moment, Trenn started up his chainsaw fist and blasted through the door.

The hallway was empty, but there was blood on the wall. They were going to collect it for a DNA sample, but it quickly evaporated.

“Jesus, that thing is powerful” said Wayne, looking at his friend's serrated knuckles.

“How many lives must I kill...” Trenn quietly asked himself. He always hated using his metal hand.

“Right, well... I'm going to ask Dr. Owwin some more about this Denko thing. I'm not buying it anymore, and I feel like he's been hiding something.”

“Okay...” Trenn said, “I'll go ask around the city.”

The city of the Nintendo Cult was on an island in the sky. They even coined the term “isair,” very much against Meta_Fish's wishes. Tthehero came up with the term initially. It was actually a very beautiful place: clean, free of crime (with the occasional ***** or demented schizo here or there), and a Taco Bell on every corner. Both Trenn and Wayne currently walked these streets, unaware of the malevolent scheming that was going on under their noses.

“Hey punk,” Trenn said as he slammed Wantcookie against a wall, “Tell me what you know about Denko's death!”

“Ooh, like it rough, do we?” Cookie responded. Cookie was an outstanding member of the city, but records always showed that he had a strong dislike for all of the mods, especially Trenn. Despite his promiscuous behavior, he is actually a very calm and collected man, and only solicits sexual favors from people he hates, because he wants to give them all AIDS. It's just one example of some of the twisted, sick behavior that lies under the city's beautiful exterior. Don't believe me? Trenn Flashkill killed his own wife with that chainsaw hand of his. His precious Kiski. The other living mods have their own skeletons, but we'll just cover them later.

Trenn started up his fist immediately. He was almost positive Cookie had a lead. He just needed him to talk. He held up a rotating index finger to Cookie's eyelid.

“You tell me who did it, god damn you.”

“Oh honey, I didn't know you were into domination!”

Trenn could feel an erection from Cookie's pants. He kneed the poor man in the grain, and sliced his eyelid off. Cookie held his face in pain and began to beg Trenn to stop with his torture.

“Stop!” a voice cried. A man walked out from a corner. It was Allegro. He was currently leaning on a crutch.

“Can't you see Cookie doesn't know anything?! God dammit Trenn, just calm down. I... I might have information for you.”

“What happened to your leg?”

“Ah, this? Just broke my leg doing some volunteer work. I'll be fine.”

Trenn smiled. Allegro was always one of his favorite people, just because of how selfless he could be. It made up for his smart a** attitude, but only by a little.

“So what's this information you have?” Trenn asked, letting Cookie go. Cookie ran very far away from him.

“I've heard loose talk from some people that Betman was talking about something a few days before Denko died. Something about.. cocaine.”

Trenn saw where Allegro was going. Denko died by overdosing on cocaine. Denko loved cocaine, and did it every day.

“Thanks, friend. I'll pay Betman a visit.”