A Storm is Coming is an attempt by SpodermanAlwaysCan to be comedic and 'up to date' with community drama. Of course, since it's from Spoderman, it's absolutely horrendous.
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"Ice, come over here real quick." Gray murmured, motioning for assistance.
The fortress stood in the vast territories of FANDOM, representing the small and growing Fan Stories Wiki. Though the upkeep was cumbersome, it left each member of it's society prideful, and willing to work for no compensation. Ice was working on writing at the desk in the fort's east wing when Gray called for his appearance. Ice walked over to the gate of the castle.
"Hmm, what am I looking at here?"
Gray was staring deep at the columns of the gate, though the process seemed pointless to Ice. Gray pointed towards his focus. Small letters were ingraved into the left column, as though only there to compliment an already complete structure. It was strange, though not surprising, as many people in the community have borrowed concepts and ideas from others in the past.
It read 'Space Empire'.
"That handwriting... I bet it was Xifry's." Ice mentioned.
"Hmm- yeah, I guess so. Though..."
In extremely molecular letters, under the initial text, another bit of dialogue was ingraved into the column. 'borrowed to explain place in story'.
"Oh, cool, so he borrowed it from Spoderman or Pax."
"Ah... they'll be fine with it, who wouldn't?"
They both paused.
"Except..."
"Oh shit, you don't think..."
Fortress sirens begin to ring, blaring at maximum volume. In the distance, GAK is running at 900 miles per hour towards the shelter. Xifry boarded up his dorm ahead of time, hiding behind his sleeping quarters with a loaded crossbow.
Hell was soon to break loose, for this was just the wind before the storm.
"Damn, what did I do this time?" Spoderman walks out from his dorm, disgruntled by the commotion.
"Oh boy, that new guy borrowed a concept from GAK."
"So? What's wrong with that? Oh..."
"Look, we don't know the details, Spoder, but something's coming..."
The trio looked up towards the heaven, silently praying for a brighter future. They all knew that this would never come. Spoder turned, ready to prepare for their apocalypse.
"Boys... a storm is coming."