The Sun was rising as Hoopa skied down the cold mountain side. He was about to enter a dark forest. Hoopa checked his two ski poles to see that one of them was cracking from the cold! A huge snow pile appeared in front of him, getting bigger each second. Hoopa desperately tried to slow down, but it was useless. He was just going so fast. Hoopa quickly jumped out of his skis and landed face first in the snow pile. Luckily, no snow got in his face-mask. Hoopa looked at his watch. It was seven-thirty AM. Hoopa took off his backpack and opened it. He plucked out his metal thermos, which was still warm from the hot chocolate, and took a big gulp. The hot drink unfroze his legs and warmed his fingers to the tips. There were a bunch of birds roosting in the trees. Hoopa put the thermos back in the backpack, and zipped it back up. He was going to explore the forest. With nothing else to do, Hoopa got up off his butt and trudged into the forest. Hoopa took regular drinks from the thermos to keep his body warm from the bitter cold wind blowing in the alpine mountains. Hoopa jumped when a mountain cat jumped down from a tree branch, startling a bunch of birds. Hoopa slowly backed away as the cat stalked Hoopa. Suddenly, Hoopa’s hand slipped and the hot chocolate slipped out of his hand, spilling in the snow. The cat leaped forward and ripped off Hoopa’s arm. Hoopa screamed as the cat chewed on his limb. Hoopa tried to run, but another cat ripped his leg from his body. Hoopa fell to the grounded, bleeding uncontrollably. Thanks to his ski pole, Hoopa was killed by snow leopards that were terribly hungry.
No offense Russians…
“Ahh! I’m hit Larrieh! I’m going downnnnnnn!!” Larrieh looked out his window to see his friend Jeiber plummeting to the barren desert below. There was a huge explosion as Jeiber’s F-16 crumpled into a ball of metal, taking Jeiber’s life with it. Larrieh didn’t even feel sorry for Jeiber. Jeiber had been so annoying during their training that Larrieh had almost wished that would happen to him. Larrieh had lost fifty-three packages of gummy worm boxes thanks to the late Jeiber. Larrieh grinned and resumed his dogfight with the enemy fighter jets, some insane Russians that had wanted to colonize the moon with mutated cows that could morph into frogs. That’s why Larrieh’s squadron of jets had been sent out, to stop the Russian spacecraft, named the “Корова автомобиля”, or “Cow Vehicle” in English. Larrieh aimed his machine gun at the Russian “Fighter Jet”, which was really a Cessna 182, with a max speed of 172 mph, and pressed the trigger. A second later, the Cessna exploded, and red liquid and small chunks of something splattered Larrieh’s window. At least the Cessna had a good paint job. Larrieh gunned down the other Cessna and turned around to face the launch pad of the Корова автомобиля. It was starting to rise up into the air, and the shock waves of the enormous force used to lift the rocket was causing Larrieh’s fighter jet to wobble in the air. Larrieh had to shoot his laser cannon’s into the space ship to stop it from populating the moon with mutated cows! Then the Russians would be unstoppable. Larrieh had to keep away from the ship or else he would crash into the shock waves and the plane would plummet to its death just like Jeiber. It was actually surprising that the Russians could hook up their “advanced” weaponry to the Cessna, which was a BB Gun. The BB’s would just bounce off of the metal armor of the F-16, but when shot into the engine, the plane would go out of control. That’s what happened to Jeiber. Exactly. Larrieh veered away from the Корова автомобиля and then fired a single laser cannon toward the Корова автомобиля. It missed by just a hair, melting some of the metal on the ship, making the KOP of Корова автомобиля disintegrate. Larrieh switched to his plasma gun, and almost crashed into the Корова автомобиля! The shock-wave turned the F-16 upside-down, and Larrieh fought to keep under control! Still upside-down, Larrieh zoomed under the Корова автомобиля and faced up, right under the engine of the Корова автомобиля. The power of the single engine kept Larrieh from crashing into the airplane. Larrieh aimed with his computerized aiming system, but then, Larrieh’s father’s voice echoed in his head. “Use your hands, my son,” Larrieh nodded in agreement, and turned off the aiming device, and fired. Just like that, the plasma cannon shot into the engine of the Корова автомобиля. Larrieh veered away, avoided the fatal blast that could have killed him. Larrieh had did it! Larrieh’s squadron radioed in, congratulating Larrieh. Suddenly, something heavy landed on the F-16’s nose. It was a piece of a cow, which looked mightily like a huge steak! Larrieh carefully maneuvered to keep the steak on the nose of the jet, and landed on the aircraft carrier. He enjoyed the Russian Frog steak and lived happily ever after.
Inky Bum was a homey-cat from the streets. Literally. She lived on the streets like a bum, and wore clothes like one too. Literally. She lived on the streets like a bum, and wore clothes like one too. Every day, Inky Bum would wake up from her bed on the rooftop of a McDonald’s fast food restaurant, and before it opened, she would sneak down its chimney like exhaust pipe for the deep fryer, and steal a huge great big bucket of still warm fries, and couple of strawberry milk shakes, and ten Fillet O’ Fishes, because Inky Bum’s actually a cat. Not even the security cameras would notice a small black Bum of a cat sneaking around stealing food. After that, Inky Bum would walk out the front door, triggering an alarm. Inky would sprint away, probably into a empty house, and eat her fill, feeding the rest of the fries and Fish Fillet’s to her bird friends, Bob and Joe, enormous pigeons that played as extras in West Side Story. After Bob and Joe had finished eating Inky’s leftovers, they would walk/fly over to Burger King for lunch. It was still five in the morning, so none of the stores were open. Inky would have Bob and Joe grab her, and fly her up to the roof of burger king, and Inky would shimmy down the fryer exhaust pipe, steal a bunch of two layer burgers, more fries, and some extra stuff for Bob and Joe. Then she would walk out the front door, and Bob and Joe would fly Inky Bum away. After they had finished eating, Bob and Joe would fly Inky to Rally’s, famous for their awesome french fries. Inky would steal three buckets of fries, walk out the front door, and Bob and Joe would fly her away. At the end of the day, they were full like a water balloon. Bob and Joe would fly away to their shack outside a meat packing building, and Inky would finish off the rest of her french fries, leaving some for a midnight snack.
We have two cats. Inky Brute, and Sasha Wee. (I add little nicknames to their names). Inky is the Brute of the cats. If you tickle her belly, she will get angry like hulk and start biting and scratching your flesh without stopping. I have accumulated many scars thanks to the Brute. The cat also has the nerve to jump up on our fish aquarium (with live fish) and stand on top of the lights and the filter. But luckily she can’t open the feeding door, or else the fish would’ve disappeared weeks ago. If you get Inky Brute mad enough, she’ll start chasing you around the house really fast. If your not fast enough, the Brute will bite your heels, inflicting wound after wound until you raise your red flag. Inky also used to climb our parakeet cage (with two parakeets inside) and hang their until I got her down. This usually happened in the morning, when the annoying birds were singing their loudest. I couldn’t blame Inky Brute if she was tired of those birds too. And then we have Sasha wee, our first cat. We actually got two cats from the Animal Shelter, Waffle, and Sasha, but Waffle either ran away or got attacked by a nasty racoon. Even though Sasha is huge and furry, she’s actually very kind, except if you pour water on her. Sometimes Sasha Wee and Inky Brute get in fights inside. I sometimes wonder if they’ll get over it and be cat-friends. Sasha is an outside cat. She spends maybe 80% of her day outside, and only comes inside when she’s hungry or its snowing outside. (Sasha hates snow). Inky Brute loves the snow though. She’ll frolic in it like a ballerina, until she gets stuck in a big pile of it or I throw a snowball at her. When I’m doing my math, Inky Brute like to strut up, and plop her tiny kitten body on the page. Other times, she’ll start biting it like a savage! Its very annoying, and my math book is done for if I keep letting Inky mistreat it. At night, Inky turns into a raving monster. She’ll chase you around without you making her mad, and then cuddle up and wait for you to touch her, and then start chasing you again. Sasha doesn’t do it, probably because shes an old brittle boned cat. About four years old in human years. Inky likes to stalk poor old Sasha, and then attack her too. I feel so sorry for Sasha Wee.
There was once a baby named Fatimal. She was an animal, and had a strict diet of human bacon and a whole chicken for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Fatimal loved her food, mostly because the meat was raw, and the human bacon was halal. Fatimal lived with her dog, Mustyt. Must-Eat. Get it? Mustyt was a hungry dog. If he had a full course meal, he would still be hungry. Mustyt lived with Fatimal in her shack by the river. The shack was made out of bricks, leftover broccoli Fatimal didn’t eat, and some tree branches for the roof. One day, Fatimal crawled outside like a crab. Suddenly, her stomach growled like an angry dog. It was so loud, some people that were fishing covered their ears. Fatimal had to get some food before she started eating people again, a bad habit she was trying to stop. Fatimal clapped her hands two times, and Mustyt bolted out of the shack. Fatimal pointed at the humans fishing, and then to her mouth, which clearly meant “Fetch me some humans” Mustyt yipped in excitement and raced toward the poor humans. But instead of getting the humans, Mustyt stole the five fish that the humans had fished, and ran back to Fatimal, who was licking her chops. They shared the five fish. Fatimal got three, and Mustyt ate two, even though the fish were raw. Fatimal burped, content with her breakfast, and crawled back in her shack to take a nap. Thirty minutes later, Fatimal woke up, and brushed her teeth with some fish scales, a very ineffective way of brushing your teeth. Fatimal was promptly arrested the Federal Drawer Investigation’s for assault, battery, and murder of fifteen innocent people” Fatimal tried to escape, but the two police officers grabbed Fatimal and her dog and dragged her to the police station, where she was relived of all her belongings and drove to the local jail. Fatimal and Mustyt tried to escape, but were unsuccessful; The police car’s windows turned out to be bulletproof. Fatimal and Mustyt were put in the same jail-cell, and fed bread and water until dinner, which turned out to be mushed carrots and peas mixed with water. Fatimal hated jail. Mustyt stole the five fish that the humans had fished, and ran back to Fatimal, who was licking her chops. They shared the five fish. Fatimal got three, and Mustyt ate two, even though the fish were raw. Fatimal burped, content with her breakfast, and crawled back in her shack to take a nap. Thirty minutes later, Fatimal woke up, and brushed her teeth with some fish scales, a very ineffective way of brushing your teeth. Fatimal and Mustyt tried to escape, but were unsuccessful. Mustyt tried to slip inbetween the jail bars, but he was too fat from breakfast. An hour later, Fatimal fell asleep. The next day, at the crack of dawn, Fatimal and Mustyt escaped from the jail through the bars and ran to their shack by the river, which had been destroyed thanks to the dear police officers. Fatimal jumped off of a cliff is despair, and died. Mustyt lived on to be a hero, saving the town from criminals and evil-doers, and going to the buffet everyday for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
So you’ve probably heard of Unity 3D. It has this cool logo:
You can make epic 3D and 2D games with Unity. Games like Mario Odyssey and Crossy Road have been made in Unity. So I decided to make my own game! Its called Zombie Forest 3D! (And its 3D!) So here is the story. I hope I don’t bore you 😛
During the zombie apocalypse of all time, you and your friends decide that the only place to go to where no zombies would dare go was Antarctica, which has an average temperature of -57 Celsius. Brr. One of your friends is a pilot, and he decides to fly all of you there in a cargo plane, big enough to carry a hundred people. So you load up all your friends and people that want to escape, and take off of the street, killing several zombies in the process. But on the way to Antarctica, you get caught in a humongous hurricane, and you are hurled out of the airplane from the force of the wind. You fall into a forest infested with the evil zombies, who all want a chunk of your brain for dinner. Luckily you had armed yourself before the airplane ride, with a pistol, a glock 47, a AK 47 and a flashlight with full batteries. You must fight to the death! Loads of ammo and batteries are scattered throughout the forest, so if you run out of ammo, at least you can get some more. Suddenly, you hear the first groan. Get ready!
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There once lived a whole clan of cats named Inkies. They lived on Mars, if you wanted to know. The cats all had the color black as fur. They blended in well with the light red of the planet. (I’m being sarcastic) The Inkies diet consisted of Mars grubs, Mars peanuts, and Mars Bars, which could be found in the soil if you just dug for a couple of inches. The cats were also savages. If a cat had more than ten mars mars in an hour, the leader would kill the cat and eat the mars bars that the cat had found. The leader’s name was Brute, and he was as wide as a hippo is fast, and a hippo can outrun a human being and kill it at the same time. Brute could eat fifty mars bars in one gulp, with the packages and everything. Because the mars bars had so much sugar in it, the cats were very wild and hyperactive. There was this one Inky that was so fast, he could run around mars five minutes in three hours, and be back at home just in time for dinner. There was this cat that could jump so high, he could poke his head in the atmosphere of the planet for five seconds before plummeting back down to the planet. Well, that all for this story. The savage Inkies will be back in the next story!
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Agent Inks lurked in the dark, waiting for the cat fish smugglers to show up in the damp and dirty alleyway. Suddenly, two figures emerged from the darkness. One was limped slightly, and the other one had a huge grocery cart that seemed to be filled to the brim with water. There was something splashing around in it.
Inky grinned, and switched on her recorder and camera, and started recording the scene. “So you have the fish?” asked the figure with the slight limp. “You bet,” replied the other shadow. Mr. Limp handed Mr. Grocery Cart a handful of cash, about a hundred dollars. Mr. Grocery Cart took the money, counted it, and threw it too the ground. “I asked for three thousand dollars.” he growled.”Well, your not getting it,” said Mr. Limp. Suddenly, they broke out into a fist fight. Immediately, spotlights shone from the rooftops onto the fish smugglers. They were caught. Agents from all sides surrounded the evil smugglers, and arrested them. The cat fish went back to the fish refinery they were stolen from. Agent Inks was paid 15,203 dollars for her contribution, and she spent about half of it on black sunglasses, some iced coffee, and doughnuts (a lot of doughnuts).
There was once a kitten named Inky. She was a black cat that was so fierce, she could catch a wild bottle cap from around the house and kill it without hesitation.
Every bottle cap that lived feared the ferocious murderer, and even their elite force of bottle caps armed with squirt guns couldn’t take down the cat. Inky was unstoppable. Then one day, things went to far. Inky was strolling downstairs, when she spotted a family of bottle caps taking a walk. Inky laughed like a maniac, and pounced, instantly killing the bottle cap parents and their three bottle cap kids. Inky was immediately surrounded by bottle caps with squirt guns. Water from all side pelted the cat, but Inky seemed only annoyed by the commotion. Inky jumped at one of the bottle caps that had squirted water in her eye, and ate him. Inky gulped down the chewy thing, and burped. The bottle cap cops scattered, and fled. Inky finished off the family of bottle caps and rode off into the sunset. The End.