Young Writers Society

lol, Snoink. Getting a little carried away? *hurries to make sure that all her apostrophes are in the right places*

<I got them!> Dusky said. She aimed the gattling gun and pressed the trigger.

A stream of bullets shot from the gattling gun. A banshee exploded, then another.

YES!!!! *is out-of-her-mind-happy* I shot a couple of banshees! *hugs Grif* Thankee thankee!

Me? Carried away? Never! But, if this is a SPEW story, we might as well have proper grammar!

Preach it, sista!

The Warthogs flew off the side of the highway.

Grif saw a mech perpendicular to them, and in a smooth movement, he turned the turret towards the mech and fired. The gauss shell smashed into the mech cockpit, killing the pilot. Meanwhile, the round had sent Master Chief's Warthog into a roll.

<AHHHH!> Phoenix yelled, shutting his eyes.

<Just hang on,> Master Chief said. The road came up towards the Warthog. Then, the Warthog passed under the street. Phoenix peeked through, to see that they had fallen into a tunnel.

<YEEEHAW!> Grif yelled.

<Well, this isn't supposed to be here,> Cortana said.

<What?>

<The subway system is at least three block west. This tunnel isn't on the maps,> Cortana said.

<So what are we in right now?> Dusky said.

<I don't know,> Cortana replied. Grif took a removed his helmut, before putting it back on.

<God, we're in a sewer.>

<Access the sewer layout. How close can we get to those coordinates?> Master Chief said.

<I've got it. Follow the nav points,> Cortana replied.

...who's Will? I wanna fire at him!

But really. Bugs? Meh! It's time for the MIB to get involved... now, who wears black? Ah yes... Sam. And by Sam, I mean the young'un of SPEW... bwhahaha...

Oy...Sam? It's not going to be whole cast then, is it? ^_~

(Ha - but Will would have to be capitalised, wouldn't he, Snoink? If you were to shoot at him grammatically...)

Well.. yeah.

Grif! Capitalize "will!"

And... haha. Will Smith should TOTALLY be a member of SPEW.

Skunk go boom!

Will Smith? *gets slightly excited and tries to hide it* But can we have Will Smith from I, Robot instead of Will Smith from MIB... so much better in my opinion.

But bugs that can slice your head of in eight different ways in a second? That sounds a little awkward to me. Maybe something more like "can slice your head off in eight different ways before you can... blah-de-blah-blah?

Blah-de-blah-blah? O_o

Yes. Blah-de-blah-blah. A common form of recreation amongst teenagers.

head/desk

y'all know what I meant.

I didn't like the Starship trooper angle, so it's been changed.

The Warthogs parked next to a ladder. The Commandos piled out and Master Chief and Cortana followed.

"Alright, just up this ladder and we should be in the street in front of the rendevouz building," Cortana said.

"Alright, I'll take the lead," Master Chief said.

"No way, I'll take the lead," Phoenix said.

"I have the armor, I'm going first."

"I have armor too!"

"Are you guys coming or what?" Grif asked, already half way up the ladder. Grif popped off the lid and got out. The street was clear.

"Clear!" The rest of the SPEW Commandos and Master Chief came out. They rushed into the building.

"About time," a familiar voice said.

"Sergeant Johnson. Glad to see you made it. Where's your Warthog?"

"They're in a parking garage. Where's yours?"

"In a sewer. Have you secured the radio?"

"We have. Second floor, first door to your right."

"Grif, Dusky, with me. Areida, Phoenix, keep an eye out the front door," Snoink said.

The radio was actually quite small, which made Snoink wonder why they didn't bring it with them in the first place.

"Nate, this is Snoink."

<Reading you loud and clear Snoink. What have you discovered?>

"I'm sending our data logs to you now. The short version is that there are at least two video games running here simultaneously."

There was silence on the other end.

<Which games?>

"Mechwarrior and Halo."

<One or two?> Snoink looked at Grif, who shrugged in turn.

"We're not sure."

<Alright. What can I do?>

"Can you teleport us back?"

<Negative> You're going to need to find a power source of your own. Do you need some extra help?"

"Yes," Snoink said.

<Standby.>

"Who do you think they'll send?" Grif asked.

"Probably a SPEW Commando or two, but mostly rookies that don't know anything.

In a flash, the room became much more crowded. Four were in SPEW Commando uniforms. The names were classified, but the IFF transponders identified them as Crysi, Mesh, Elelel, and Writersdomain.

The remaining five were not in SPEW uniforms, they were in the cadet uniforms of YWS. There IFF identified them as Claudette, Lampshade, Syrith, Broken Wings, Slick Jimmy, and Writingluver or "Wiggy" as the IFF called her.

The SPEW members had their special gear, while the YWS cadets were all armed with standard weaponry: the usual machine guns, sidearm, and grenades one would find.

"Alright Nate, one last favor. We need those hyper integrators."

<Alright. Smaur is coming with them.>

And suddenly Smaur teleported in. She was in full Commando gear and with her was a box. The box fell on the floor.

"Thanks Nate. Master Chief needs to make a phone call, so we'll get off."

<Roger that. Hi Chief!>

<General Nate,> Master Chief said.

"Everybody, get out of this room and give the Chief some privacy. The cadets scrambled as the Commandos led the way out.

<Snoink?>

<Yes Phoenix?>

<Did we just get some reinforcements?>

<Yep. We're going to have to find a power station to get us out of here.>

<It's really loud up there.>

<Some of them are Cadets.>

<WHAT!>

<You have a problem with them?>

<YES! They're stupid, badly trained when they're trained at all, and I'll have to babysit them.>

<It'll be worth it.>

<What can be worth it?>

<How about a hyper integrator?>

<We have those!>

<Only if we babysit those cadets. Clear?>

<Crystal,> Phoenix said.

The only cadets I want to babysit are the West Point ones. Send in some of those!

Seriously though... shouldn't the "alright"s be "all right"? That's something I've never been able to figure out but it bothers me just the same...

All right is the formal version. It is used with formal pieces of writing and editing.

Alright is informal and is used in dialogue. So in this case it works. All alright means is "All right."