Count to 4,000

Brave Heart · April 25, 2014

There once was a boy named Brave Heart. He wrote a book and started it with the page number below. The end.

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Updated April 25, 2014 by Alsafa7

Gh0stByte · April 25, 2014

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Raggnar · April 25, 2014

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Brave Heart · April 25, 2014

Brave Heart loved writing numbers in threads. So, one day as he was walking past a thread titled "Count to..." his eyes opened up, jaws wide open, drooling rivers on the floor, when suddenly, number 55 appeared right in front of him.

"Get everybody out of here" Said Brave Heart

"Why?" Said an invigilator in the counting industries.

"You do not know who you're messing with... this is not just a number. This is..." Paused Brave

"What is it ???" Stated the invigilator impatiently

"A SYMETRICAL MONSTER" Said Brave with horror

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES" Shouted the invigilator

And then suddenly, 55 came bye and just as he was about to gulp one of the mathematician's heads off, Brave stood in. He couldn't just let the mathematician die, after all, he was BRAVE. Brave ran as fast as a lightning bolt, and galloped over the symetrical eyed monster. He stabbed the monster with a number feared by many, number 99. The monster shrieked, and within seconds, he fell to the ground, twiching in agony.

TO BE CONTINUED

Updated April 25, 2014 by Alsafa7

Raggnar · April 25, 2014

Hahahahahaha

Brave History for sure!

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Rook · April 25, 2014

hahah Bravee

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Raggnar · April 25, 2014

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Brave Heart · April 25, 2014

Oh, 59, I remember that number just as though it's incidence was occuring right in front of me....

It was a dark, misty night. The wolves were howling, and the stars where far beyond reach. It was raining so badly that you could barely see anything in front of you. The rain was so sever to the point that it killed twenty spec ops soldiers by tapping on their head so much to the point that they couldn't handle it and their brain misfunctioned which resulted in their death. It was an aweful scene. I was the squad leader of that squad that day and let me tell you this, seeing your troops falling to the ground is something, but seeing them getting killed so evily and slowly with so much pain by the infamous rain was another. An hour passed by and all my squad mates had all fallen to the ground, with barely one or two able to survive. I was, however, the BRAVE one in them. That is what they called me from that day on. I grabbed all their helmets and put them above mine, creating an indestructuble shield of helmets. I thought that would help me survive untill the storm flew by but I was wrong. In all the cloudiness and rain, I misjudged the sky thinking that it was just a "normal" storm. But it WAS NOT. It was not normal water that was dropping from the sky. I held my hand out and sniffed the liquid dripping from the sky above. It smelled weird. I suddenly started seeing all these weird numbers in my head like I was in a sort of matrix movie. For a second I thought it was just me dying like the others, until... My eyes opened so wide that they acted like a telescope, spotting the creature above. It seemed familiar. I remember seeing something with that shape before, but it was blowing that weird liquid so bad to the point that I didnt know what it was. I focused so much trying to guess the figure until I succeded, and discovered that it wasn't just any normal figure. It was the WEEPER OF DEATH, number 59. I knew I couldn't face it in a face to face combat, so I decided to do what I did the best... ACT CRAZY BUT BRAVE. I grabbed a dozen of helium tanks from a store two clicks to the north and filled balloons with them. It was like a dream coming true. That moment, when a man was capable of flying. I felt like a hero. That feeling within made me feel so strong, that I felt invincible. And of course due to me having Braveness as part of my nature, I was able to fly up to meet the monster. He wasn't pleased to see that someone find out his hiding place. He was actually really shocked. But I didn't let my moment of glory distract me form my primary objective. I tied the balloons around my waist and grabbed my SECRET WEAPON. Let me tell you this, I'm not called brave "HEART" for nothing... And so, with my infinite number of hearts, I grabbed one out of my body and shoved it into 59. He grew too angry and just as I thought I failed, he suddenly turned quiet. I can see that I have succeeded. There were no more clouds or drops of liquid falling. There was no more weeping. 59 was FINALLY HAPPY. He offered me an eternal treaty which I accepted profoundly. I told him to begone to his home and never come back to our world and so he did. The balloons started to pop from the low density and I suddenly found myself at a freefall from a height of 10km. I was falling so fast, that one of my disabled but yet alive soldiers thought I was a shooting star and wished that he could die rather than going through all the pain he was in. And so, acting like a shooting star, I decided to make his wish reality. I moved around in midair, pulling the air passing through, and at the last second I was just above him. I can't tell you how happy I am that he wished to die. His stomach acted like a huge sponge, absorbing my force while his body kept digging into the ground until we were a meter deep. We reached velocity zero and not only was I able to climb back up to the surface, but my friendly troop had a great buriel. That was what happened the day 59 showed up. TRUE STORY

Rook · April 25, 2014

Oh, 59, I remember that number just as though it's incidence was occuring right in front of me....

It was a dark, misty night. The wolves were howling, and the stars where far beyond reach. It was raining so badly that you could barely see anything in front of you. The rain was so sever to the point that it killed twenty spec ops soldiers by tapping on their head so much to the point that they couldn't handle it and their brain misfunctioned which resulted in their death. It was an aweful scene. I was the squad leader of that squad that day and let me tell you this, seeing your troops falling to the ground is something, but seeing them getting killed so evily and slowly with so much pain by the infamous rain was another. An hour passed by and all my squad mates had all fallen to the ground, with barely one or two able to survive. I was, however, the BRAVE one in them. That is what they called me from that day on. I grabbed all their helmets and put them above mine, creating an indestructuble shield of helmets. I thought that would help me survive untill the storm flew by but I was wrong. In all the cloudiness and rain, I misjudged the sky thinking that it was just a "normal" storm. But it WAS NOT. It was not normal water that was dropping from the sky. I held my hand out and sniffed the liquid dripping from the sky above. It smelled weird. I suddenly started seeing all these weird numbers in my head like I was in a sort of matrix movie. For a second I thought it was just me dying like the others, until... My eyes opened so wide that they acted like a telescope, spotting the creature above. It seemed familiar. I remember seeing something with that shape before, but it was blowing that weird liquid so bad to the point that I didnt know what it was. I focused so much trying to guess the figure until I succeded, and discovered that it wasn't just any normal figure. It was the WEEPER OF DEATH, number 59. I knew I couldn't face it in a face to face combat, so I decided to do what I did the best... ACT CRAZY BUT BRAVE. I grabbed a dozen of helium tanks from a store two clicks to the north and filled balloons with them. It was like a dream coming true. That moment, when a man was capable of flying. I felt like a hero. That feeling within made me feel so strong, that I felt invincible. And of course due to me having Braveness as part of my nature, I was able to fly up to meet the monster. He wasn't pleased to see that someone find out his hiding place. He was actually really shocked. But I didn't let my moment of glory distract me form my primary objective. I tied the balloons around my waist and grabbed my SECRET WEAPON. Let me tell you this, I'm not called brave "HEART" for nothing... And so, with my infinite number of hearts, I grabbed one out of my body and shoved it into 59. He grew too angry and just as I thought I failed, he suddenly turned quiet. I can see that I have succeeded. There were no more clouds or drops of liquid falling. There was no more weeping. 59 was FINALLY HAPPY. He offered me an eternal treaty which I accepted profoundly. I told him to begone to his home and never come back to our world and so he did. The balloons started to pop from the low density and I suddenly found myself at a freefall from a height of 10km. I was falling so fast, that one of my disabled but yet alive soldiers thought I was a shooting star and wished that he could die rather than going through all the pain he was in. And so, acting like a shooting star, I decided to make his wish reality. I moved around in midair, pulling the air passing through, and at the last second I was just above him. I can't tell you how happy I am that he wished to die. His stomach acted like a huge sponge, absorbing my force while his body kept digging into the ground until we were a meter deep. We reached velocity zero and not only was I able to climb back up to the surface, but my friendly troop had a great buriel. That was what happened the day 59 showed up. TRUE STORY

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