He wearily walk through the alley & grieve, for as far as he know, he is the sole survivor of the super 7. The Ultimate world class fluorisher who infact are CIA Agent. The Hordious Penguin has taken all his mate and he knows he will seek revenge. He knows he alone but he has to do it. Suddenly...

i'm a lil confused... err... wad is tis about ??

Continue with the story..

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around and saw ..

wad happens after that... lol this is getting interesting even though i dun even haf a clue bout wad u guys r talkin bbout

u start ur story so chim. lol

er... he turned around and saw the virtuosos' with their cards...

They do their one handed revolution with winged cut..zing! Zing! 10 card shoot at him. He do the double flip and lay down as in matrix position. He pull his golden deck card and do...

Virtuoso, THE four man team stood in the shadows of the dark alley. Three of them held cards in their left hand, one in his right. The CIA agent smiled. One Tally-Ho, one Aladdin, one Bicycle and one Jerry's Nugget. The rumors were true.

One of the Virtuosos' spoke. It was the person with the Tally-Ho deck.

"Are you the CIA agent?"

The agent nodded.

"Johnathon, ain't it?"

Johnathon nodded, not knowing what to say.

The Virt smiled, "Heres what you're looking for." and dropped an envelope at Johnathon's feet. Johnathon's body trembled. 4 years of searching for it, and it appears here, at his feet?!

Johnathon bent down to pick it up. He wanted to ask them more, but they were gone.

Should he check the contents here? was what he thought was inside, really inside? Johnathon knew it was a risk to check, but still he did. carefully, he tore open the seal, and found it at the bottom of the envelope...

he's hand reached deep into they brown envelope to fish out the.......

...the legendary white deck. For millions of years, ever since bacteria flourished the earth, this had been nothing more than a myth... a so-called rumor among the undergrounds of card flourishing. Possessing powers of smoothness, toughness/softness at will, and a high-endurance Shoda finish, countless wars were waged, both on online magic/flourish forums and real life, fighting to keep this gem an underground item.

Cradling the white deck in his hands, Johnathan could not believe the feeling of the cards... they had the toughness of Jerry's Nuggets, the fannability of Bicycles, and yet they fell like sweet-and-sour sauce on the loose when dribbled and waterfalled... it was just too much for Jonathan. Just as he was about to execute the 3rd phase of the Jackson 5 flawlessly, a huge white flash of light appeared...

With a gasp, our protagonist was jerked out out of bed. "What the...?" he said aloud to himself. Was it all just a dream? Was his subconscious mind just teasing him that he'd never be able to find the White Shoda deck?

All of a sudden, the phone rang. Turning his head towards the vociferous object, he noticed something a little out of the ordinary: the very same brown envelope, Virtuoso seal and all, was laying beside his bedside table. "That's weird," he said to himself as he picked up the phone...

-What happens next is up to you-

how interesting STory SOMEONE CONTINUE!
very very interesting!
:P

Wow, interesting! Continue please...

haha, if this is my compo essay topic, how cool ?

:P

A deep, rugged, yet strangely familiar voice greeted Jonathan. "I have been looking for you, Jonathan." Jonathan pinched himself. Could it be true?

"Yes, you are not alone in your conquest. It is not you who have found us, but us who sought you." The reply was bordering on psychic ability. Jons hands instinctively grasped the brown envelope, firming his grip around a retangular yet malleable form.

"It wasnt a dream."

The caller proceeded, "We have been watching you Jonathan, and we know that you have something special inside you. We have no doubt that you could be the most powerful of us all. You are gifted, Jonathan, and you know that you are."

Jonathan felt something tug at his heart. For once in his life, he is not alone in his journey. His life as a CIA agent was spent dwelling in the deepest secrets of the country, finding out the identities of the Virtuosos, the people he admired with the depths of his soul, the people rumored to have the hands of Gods, the people that he wanted to call his brothers. Together, they can finally achieve the one thing that he so desired in his heart.

His search was over.

Or was it?

The next thing he heard was unsettling, yet he knew his life led to this one path.

"Jonathan, I want you to take white deck and meet us. You KNOW where to go. There, you will show us what you are made of. If you do not stand up to the task, you have nothing but death awaiting you."

Johnathan was scared, but the adrenaline in his blood gave him a strange sense of overwhelming confidence. He hung up the phone, grabbed the envelope, and Rushed out the door.

Only time will tell what future awaits him.

Ah cliff-hanger, anit-climax.

what happens next? when he reaches the dark ally , the gang held one card in each hand , a mistake that John does and the card will be thrown and stucked in his throat?!?
:P :lol:

Jumping on his Yamaha motorbike, Jonathon zoomed down the highway... and took an exit down to the nearest McDonald's. His journey to block 947 was going to be an arduous one, and he needed all the energy he could get.

Walking up to the counter, he reached into his pockets and pulled out a crumpled $5 bill. "I'll have a Big Mac with a coke, and hold the fries." Waiting for his order, Johnathan tapped his foot impatiently... action is what he needed, and waiting in line for an extra value meal was not exactly under the "action" category.

"Here's your order, sir"

The voice of the Mcdonald's waiter interrupted Jonathan's thoughts. "Just like you asked... Big Mac, Medium-sized coke, and no fries." Taking his food with no comment, he sized up the young lady... blonde hair, blue eyes... something about her made him start to have a longing feeling. Shaking the thoughts, he collected the rest of his change, and took one last glance at the girl before exiting the restaurant. Her nametag read "Sarah".

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Walking out of the restaurant, Johnathan started to collect his thoughts. With about a day's ration of food, he'd be able to drive down to block 947 in about five hours, give or take 10 minutes for "pee-breaks". Once he reached his destination, he'd have to prove to the Virtuosos that he was indeed the very person that they were looking for. Remembering the white deck, he reached into his left jacket pocket.

It wasn't there.

Panicking, Jonathan dropped his food, and frantically ran through the other jacket compartments, then his own pants pockets. Nothing. Then, it dawned upon him that he might have left the package in the restaurant, while he was busy zoning out.

Running back into the Mickey D's joint, he was greeted at the door by an eager Sarah.

"Hi, sir... I beleive you left this package here? I faintly remember you leaving it on the counter while you were collecting your change"

Stupid, stupid, stupid, thought Johnathan. Call yourself a CIA agent. This package means everything you've been looking for... it's the result of all the research on the Virtuosos, all the times you've stayed awake in bed thinking about what lies in the future, all the hours you've put in practicing your flourishes...

"Thanks, um... Ma'am. This package means a LOT to me, and I'm eternally grateful for you finding it for me"

"Hey, no problem... and by the way, you can call me Sarah"

"Alright, I'll do that. Thanks again, bye!"

Walking out the restaurant for what he determined what would be the last time, Johnathan felt worked up, but for a completely different reason. He had almost lost the white Shoda deck, and DAMN did that girl look 10 times hotter everytime he saw her.

All of a sudden, Johnathan was worked up again- but for a completely different reason. His formerly-parked Yamaha was now nothing but a smoldering wreck lying on the street... "someone set up us the bomb"

-Sorry for getting too emo here...-

CONTINUE !!!! wads NEXT ????!!!! i think the SHoCKeD team can come up wif a comic book... :D

"Shit!" said Johnathan, "What kind of crazy *(@&@#& would do this )(&@@ed out sort of thing?!?!"

Seriously, I'm too tired to write anymore... good night, everybody :P

-Kev

Johnathan was so piss that he started to take out his precious white deck and one did sumthing that suprised him. He dealt out one card on his right hand and throw it as hard as he could with so much speed and wrist action. THe card left off his hands so with so much life in it.... and it spun like crazy and flew vertically then horizontally and then glided down and landed nicely, faced up on someone's lunch (KFC) plate. Johnathan could not beleive his powers.. wow he said... "how i did that"... the card flew 200m!! and so happen that the card (which was the queen of hearts)landed on the lunch plate of a beautiful chick' named Jennifer.

Johnathan did not know that it landed on the gal's plate. so he quickly ran to find for his cards.... as he was running.. he saw this sexy lady... walking towards him. As they aproached one another, jennifer said.... "who u think u r".....showing him the queen of hearts, "U looking for this?.... U think u are so good coz u think u can throw the card a long distance?"

Then, she said.. watch this.... Jennifer flicked the card with her wrist and the card levitated and spun around Johnathan and back for the tips of her fingers. THen she flicked again and seemingly able to control the flight of the cards...

Johnathan was like hah... i can do even better... he went into a focus mode concentrating so hard on the spining, floating card. then took out the rest of his white deck and did one hand fans on both hands.. and showed her an S fan.... he said.. "S for Super".... then he did the craziest cuts... so crazy and fast that jennifer was stunt and just watched. SHe stopped moving but the card was still spiining on the air. THen Johnathan took out the King of Spades and did the boomerang card saying " give me back my queen". As the King was spinning back towards him... it knock the queen and then both bounced off each other and landed on the left and right palms of johnathan's hand. and with style.... johnathan turned his back toward jennifer... and walked away whistling while doing his flourishes. THen Jen yelled "Wait!!! ....

someone pls continue.. lol...

What the hell... What happened to the story!?

And Kevin, block 947!?

Johnathon ignored the wailing lady and returned the white cards into their deck case. 'What the hell was I trying to prove? Playing with the cards in public!? I might have gotten snipered!' Murmuring, Johnathon considered flagging a taxi...

Just then, two hands flung around him attacking him from behind. He attempted to undo the enemies grip, but they already had a firm grip on him. Johnathon got ready to jump backwards and his attacker but stopped when he heard her voice.

"I told you to wait!"

Johnathon immediately recognized the voice, and because of thios recognition, he immediately realized that the 'attacker' wasn't gripping him, she was HUGGING him!

"You scared me."

She smiled.

Johnathon blushed. The girl had a heart warming smile (cliche). The kind that earned Marilyn Monroe her money. "I'm going to somewhere, leave me alone." He said, half heartedly.

Jennifer stared at him and allowed a long period of uneasy silence. "In that wreck!?" She pointed at his melting flaming vehicle.

Johnathon slapped his forehead. He had forgotten that it was destroyed. Completely.

He slipped into deep thought when he felt something at his ear lobe. it was Jennifer. Her voice, right beside him.

"I've got a motorcycle. You've got something I want," Her hand caressed his other cheek,"And I've got something you want..."

Johnathon could feel his body awakening.

"What do you want?" Johnathon gulped as he gentlely pushed her aside. Thinking he knew her answer. Afterall, what could a girl want from a handsome young cool cute muscular agile flexible man like himself.

The sensual lady placed a finger to her parted lips. Kissing it, licking it. "I want... the Virtuosos' White Mercury deck."

"I knew it! I knew it!" Jonathan sternly gazed at Jennifer "You are going to wipe of me and rip off my collective deck ; If you persist I will use my power to stop you"
And he turn his back and walk away. Zing! Zing! 2 boomerang card near miss him. Jonathan turn aroud and....

...saw the 4 virtuosos, mere sillouetes in front of the blinding sun.

"You've passed the first test, Johnathan... 'Jennifer' was a simulation created by us to see how faithful you were to the white Shoda deck. We were a little doubtful when you nearly lost it in the diner, but this resistant act of yours proves that our search was indeed not fruitless."

The one with the Aladdin deck pointed westward.

"Follow me, and we'll show you how deep the rab- I mean, journey goes"

Johnathon frowned. This guys a matrix fan!? Talk about being informal on the job. He followed the foursome towards a grand looking building.

Johnathon tried to walk infront of the four, just to get a glimpse of their faces. In a half jog, he overtook the the tallest member. Noticing that he held a tally-ho deck, Johnathon looked up at his face, only to see...

Nothing.

It appeared that the Virtuosos' had taken the precaution of wearing black silk over the openings of their hoods.

Johnathon felt stupid for getting fooled this way.

"Wait a minute."

The Virtuosos stopped, but did not turn to face him.

"Tell me the truth, who are you four."

The guy with the Jerry's Nugget deck paused... And then spoje.

"We are actually the Ulmen4."

Johnathon gasped. He felt and urge to drop to his knees when the other three Virtuosos kicked the Tally-Ho holder in his ass.

"What the hell are you talking about."

"Don't bullshit him!"

"I'm trying to give the guy a break!" The Jerry's Nugget holder pointed at the cards in his left hand, there was a break.

Johnathon, and the other three froze. What kind of joke was that? It seemed that even though the Virtuosos had high status, they were still humans with emotions...

ROFL :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: someone continue !!! adn wad happened to block 947 ???

One key feature of Never Ending stories is the abillity to throw out key plots faster than any magician can say "Snap your fingers..." Ha ha ha.

...

Cummon guys, I'm not going to continue my own plot.

when the virtuosos reached block 947.. they saw 2 guys.. they were not just any ordinary guys..one of them had spikey brownish red hair and the other had shiny black hair. they were flourishing with two decks that had a slightly burnt mark on it.
"oh No!"
"The legend is true! The Two Legendary decks lives" exclaimed the guy with the aladdins.
"If it gets into the wrong hands....the world is in GREAT danger" said the guy with the Jerrys..

The virtuosos were shocked and afraid at the sight of these..none of them expected the decks to live after The Almighty one had sent a lightning strike on to it...
Astonished and curious they approach the guys with the legendary decks with caution and curiousness..
Now.. Jonathan felt like a fool.. as the white shoda deck had no match for even one of the legendary decks. Poor Jonathan.. the virtuosos were now more interested in the guys with the legendary decks.. and not some WHITE shoda deck!(although the white shoda deck was legendary... it was not as legendary as compared to the other two as those two were GOD-LIKE. And they were the ultimate pair which made it equivalent to GOD. They were LIVING!)

Johnathon didn't realise this but Justin was sitting in his house, reading an online forum called SMC. Looking up, Justin prayed.

"Lord. Please don't let a text based flourish competition start. Amen."

All of a sudden, Justin started to feel a little queasy. Stumbling out of his chair, he mumbled to himself "what the hell is going on? I guess I SHOULDN'T have been on the computer for so long... or maybe it's just the Milo."

Just then, the pain started to get unbearable... for some reason, the computer was doing to him what a baby would do to a bottle of milk... suck, suck, sucking at him in until...

With a Whiz, Bang, Pop, and 13 other different kinds of stupid Onomatopeia, Justin fell onto the ground of an unfamiliar-looking terrain.

"Welcome to the show, Justin", said the no-faced figure standing above him.

"Who the F*** are you? And why do I feel so... pixellated?"

"Well," replied the Virtuoso, "obviously, God heard your prayers, and since YOU'RE the one who asked, the Lord has now sent YOU down into the story to fix the lameness and cliche that this story is now suffering from."

"But I don't wanna be here... I wanna go back to Singapore so I can hit on some chiobu's!"

With a grim look on his non-existintantial face, the tallest member of the Virtuoso team turned his back, walking towards the standstill-showoff.

"You will only be allowed back to the real world when this story starts getting any good... otherwise, you'll have to stay here and contribute."

Looking up to the darkened sky, Justin started to realise the true meaning of the phrase, "Be careful what you wish for".

-Kev

Justin thought for a moment... How could he set the story straight? It was a text game in which he could do anything he ever wanted. Just by willing it to happen. He spoke to noone in particular.

"I have a gun"

And a gun appeared in hid air. Ala Ariel Fishing style.

The Virtuosos exchanged weird looks. Johnathon was particularly disturbed...

Then, horrow wallpapered his face. Justin pointed the gun at Johnathon and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Johnathon died. Justin smiled in mild satisfaction, then it became his turn to feel fear. He realized that if Johnathon had died, the never ending story would have came to an end. Justin begun to sweat, oblivious to the panicing people around him. Then it struck him!

"I shall WILL Johnathon to be revived. Now rise!!!" He pointed at Johnathon. Johnathon rose.

The Virtuosos freaked out. The Bicycle deck holder begun to speak.

"Hey......

"Hey... Justin, right?"

"Yup, that's me", replied Justin with gusto.

"I think you can go back to the real world now. You just made the story a LOT better."

-Kev

ZZZZZUP! Justin vanishes.

Johnathon finally realises his vulnabilities. He wasn't the hero of some retarded Singapore drama. He could die too...

He was deciding weather or not to give up the Shoda deck and decided to...

Then at the back of his mind, memories came pouring in...

Painful memories that he thought he'd managed to suppress, but only know knew that he'd only managed to push them aside rather than get them out of his head altogether.

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Hordious Penguin's (what the hell does Hordious mean??) smug mug flashed in front of his eyes, and he watched once again as one by one his 6 mates, his fellow Super 7 members fell one by one. Each slitting their own throats with the Hordious Penguin's favoured Bee deck cards. He was the sole survivor only because fortune had smiled on him and him alone that day. Or perhaps the Grim Reaper had chosen that fortunate moment to blink, and had missed him.

The Hordious Penguin had materialised in their secret meeting room a mere hour ago, and had challenged the Super 7 to a flourish competition. With their lives on the line. They would go head to head, one member of the Super 7 at a time against the Penguin. The rules were simple. They'd start with the cards in the deck, and the first to finish a What The Hell Happened to Sybil cut would hand the loser a card out of his deck, and have the loser kill himself.

Simple, yet cruel rules. The Super 7 thought they had the upper hand, as the WTH cut was one of their most potent flourishes in their arsenal of card skills. But what they didn't know was how hard the Penguin had been training, and that somehow or another he had managed to imbue his Bee Deck with a fraction of the powers of the Legendary decks.

One by one they had fallen, each with a look of utter disbelief on his face as the Penguin managed to somehow finish the 5 cycles of sybilling and bad habits, and even managed to close with a monstrously difficult variation of the Madonna before them.

So across their necks the Bee cards went.

Finally it was Jonathan's turn. His shoes were slipping slightly on the floor, slick with the blood of his closest companions. He tried not to focus on how the light was casting a bloody red glow on the back of his hands, or how the Penguin's face seemed to mock him in the reflection of his comrade's blood. He took a deep breath, and pulled his seasoned Tally-hos out from his card clip.

He stared intently at the Penguin, emitting as much 'card ki' as he could to try to shake the Penguin's confidence. To no avail. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, and reached '12'.

The next few seconds would have been a blur to any spectator untrained in the art of card flourishing. But from the corner of his eye, Jonathan watched as his cut slowly fell behind the Penguin's...

But the Penguin's luck had run out. On the 3rd Bad Habit, because this was his 7th WTH cut, because he was going so fast, because he was only human, he suffered a paper cut.

With a scream, knowing that he could no longer carry on with the cut, the Penguin fled the same way he had arrived, teleporting away before Jonathan could let the Penguin pick his final card.

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he knew that he could never give up the Shoda Deck. He had come too far and lost too much to give up.

THANK GOD for MINGWEI.
You are the best writer other than Kevin and I, and possibly including.
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Hey thanks man! That's honestly quite a compliment. :)

But is anybody gonna continue this story???

I now declare this thread officially dead.

very interesting story :blink:

yep! it's very interesting!! so magicians out there, continue the story! i would if i had the knowledge.. sigh. but still~ i can read! and to read, someone would have to write :) haha.

i'm not really good at this but i'll try



a sudden gush of cold wind had snapped Jonathan back into reality. He found himself standing in the middle of a deserted crystal Jade resturant clutching the shoda deck with a note pasted onto it.
"Meet us at the usual place. Bring along wad is needed."
"wad IS needed?" Jon thought to himself
"do u mean this?"
Jonathan spun around and saw sarah, the macdonalds cashier carrying a large pink paper bag.
"wad are u doing here!?" exclamined Jonathan
"i'm here to get..."
"you, and of course that white deck in your hands"
she said softly as she walked closer towards jonathan
but Jonathan was alert this time. he was not going to stand there to let this woman get to him.
JOnathan gave sarah a flying kick to her stomach and while at that, did a smooth opener.
Sarah camed prepared too. she recovered quickly and took out her black tiger dekck from her pockets and was ready.
but JOnathan was too fast for her.
Before she could perfrom the king cobra and unleash the power of the black tiger, Jonathan was already doing the mind earser with his shoda deck
both Sarah and jonathan could'nt believe their eyes
Jonatahn had no contol over his hands
he was doing mind eraser with such speed that it acted like a vaccuum
Sarah emmited a loud, ear piercing scream and together with her black tiger cards,she was being sucked into the shoda deck and in a blink of an eye, everything ended leaving the pink paper bag lying on the floor.
Apparently still shaken from wad has just happened,
jonathan stood rooted to the floor
staring at the shoda deck
imprinted on the 2 of spades
was sarah's face with the black tiger deck on her left cheeck
he then looked up
and walked slowly towards the paper bag
his hands felt the warm bag and he cautiously opened it top find...

I dun understand the story... WHERE ARE WE!?

In hell.

What happened to the freaking story? Apart from several guys' segments, nothing makes sense at all. Most of it's all the usual "kungfu kick with card spring to chest" and "this-guy-out-flourished-that-guy-for-no-reason-at-all-and-don't-think-it's-gay" kind of stuff that lots of people seem to be typing. I'd add in some stuff but I don't really have the inspiration/motivation to do so now.

I'm not contributing much, am I.

C.