Friday, October 31, 2014

Prime Numbers to 10k

Prime numbers from 1-10000. Info from primes.utm.edu, credits to them for taking the time to figure out these primes.:)
2 3 5 7 11 13 17 19 23 29
31 37 41 43 47 53 59 61 67 71
73 79 83 89 97 101 103 107 109 113
179 181 191 193 197 199 211 223 227 229
127 131 137 139 149 151 157 163 167 173
233 239 241 251 257 263 269 271 277 281
419 421 431 433 439 443 449 457 461 463
283 293 307 311 313 317 331 337 347 349 353 359 367 373 379 383 389 397 401 409 467 479 487 491 499 503 509 521 523 541
739 743 751 757 761 769 773 787 797 809
547 557 563 569 571 577 587 593 599 601 607 613 617 619 631 641 643 647 653 659 661 673 677 683 691 701 709 719 727 733 811 821 823 827 829 839 853 857 859 863
1153 1163 1171 1181 1187 1193 1201 1213 1217 1223
877 881 883 887 907 911 919 929 937 941 947 953 967 971 977 983 991 997 1009 1013 1019 1021 1031 1033 1039 1049 1051 1061 1063 1069 1087 1091 1093 1097 1103 1109 1117 1123 1129 1151 1229 1231 1237 1249 1259 1277 1279 1283 1289 1291
1663 1667 1669 1693 1697 1699 1709 1721 1723 1733
1297 1301 1303 1307 1319 1321 1327 1361 1367 1373 1381 1399 1409 1423 1427 1429 1433 1439 1447 1451 1453 1459 1471 1481 1483 1487 1489 1493 1499 1511 1523 1531 1543 1549 1553 1559 1567 1571 1579 1583 1597 1601 1607 1609 1613 1619 1621 1627 1637 1657 1741 1747 1753 1759 1777 1783 1787 1789 1801 1811
2293 2297 2309 2311 2333 2339 2341 2347 2351 2357
1823 1831 1847 1861 1867 1871 1873 1877 1879 1889 1901 1907 1913 1931 1933 1949 1951 1973 1979 1987 1993 1997 1999 2003 2011 2017 2027 2029 2039 2053 2063 2069 2081 2083 2087 2089 2099 2111 2113 2129 2131 2137 2141 2143 2153 2161 2179 2203 2207 2213 2221 2237 2239 2243 2251 2267 2269 2273 2281 2287 2371 2377 2381 2383 2389 2393 2399 2411 2417 2423
3001 3011 3019 3023 3037 3041 3049 3061 3067 3079
2437 2441 2447 2459 2467 2473 2477 2503 2521 2531 2539 2543 2549 2551 2557 2579 2591 2593 2609 2617 2621 2633 2647 2657 2659 2663 2671 2677 2683 2687 2689 2693 2699 2707 2711 2713 2719 2729 2731 2741 2749 2753 2767 2777 2789 2791 2797 2801 2803 2819 2833 2837 2843 2851 2857 2861 2879 2887 2897 2903 2909 2917 2927 2939 2953 2957 2963 2969 2971 2999 3083 3089 3109 3119 3121 3137 3163 3167 3169 3181
3823 3833 3847 3851 3853 3863 3877 3881 3889 3907
3187 3191 3203 3209 3217 3221 3229 3251 3253 3257 3259 3271 3299 3301 3307 3313 3319 3323 3329 3331 3343 3347 3359 3361 3371 3373 3389 3391 3407 3413 3433 3449 3457 3461 3463 3467 3469 3491 3499 3511 3517 3527 3529 3533 3539 3541 3547 3557 3559 3571 3581 3583 3593 3607 3613 3617 3623 3631 3637 3643 3659 3671 3673 3677 3691 3697 3701 3709 3719 3727 3733 3739 3761 3767 3769 3779 3793 3797 3803 3821 3911 3917 3919 3923 3929 3931 3943 3947 3967 3989
4759 4783 4787 4789 4793 4799 4801 4813 4817 4831
4001 4003 4007 4013 4019 4021 4027 4049 4051 4057 4073 4079 4091 4093 4099 4111 4127 4129 4133 4139 4153 4157 4159 4177 4201 4211 4217 4219 4229 4231 4241 4243 4253 4259 4261 4271 4273 4283 4289 4297 4327 4337 4339 4349 4357 4363 4373 4391 4397 4409 4421 4423 4441 4447 4451 4457 4463 4481 4483 4493 4507 4513 4517 4519 4523 4547 4549 4561 4567 4583 4591 4597 4603 4621 4637 4639 4643 4649 4651 4657 4663 4673 4679 4691 4703 4721 4723 4729 4733 4751 4861 4871 4877 4889 4903 4909 4919 4931 4933 4937
5801 5807 5813 5821 5827 5839 5843 5849 5851 5857
4943 4951 4957 4967 4969 4973 4987 4993 4999 5003 5009 5011 5021 5023 5039 5051 5059 5077 5081 5087 5099 5101 5107 5113 5119 5147 5153 5167 5171 5179 5189 5197 5209 5227 5231 5233 5237 5261 5273 5279 5281 5297 5303 5309 5323 5333 5347 5351 5381 5387 5393 5399 5407 5413 5417 5419 5431 5437 5441 5443 5449 5471 5477 5479 5483 5501 5503 5507 5519 5521 5527 5531 5557 5563 5569 5573 5581 5591 5623 5639 5641 5647 5651 5653 5657 5659 5669 5683 5689 5693 5701 5711 5717 5737 5741 5743 5749 5779 5783 5791 5861 5867 5869 5879 5881 5897 5903 5923 5927 5939
6947 6949 6959 6961 6967 6971 6977 6983 6991 6997
5953 5981 5987 6007 6011 6029 6037 6043 6047 6053 6067 6073 6079 6089 6091 6101 6113 6121 6131 6133 6143 6151 6163 6173 6197 6199 6203 6211 6217 6221 6229 6247 6257 6263 6269 6271 6277 6287 6299 6301 6311 6317 6323 6329 6337 6343 6353 6359 6361 6367 6373 6379 6389 6397 6421 6427 6449 6451 6469 6473 6481 6491 6521 6529 6547 6551 6553 6563 6569 6571 6577 6581 6599 6607 6619 6637 6653 6659 6661 6673 6679 6689 6691 6701 6703 6709 6719 6733 6737 6761 6763 6779 6781 6791 6793 6803 6823 6827 6829 6833 6841 6857 6863 6869 6871 6883 6899 6907 6911 6917 7001 7013 7019 7027 7039 7043 7057 7069 7079 7103
8221 8231 8233 8237 8243 8263 8269 8273 8287 8291
7109 7121 7127 7129 7151 7159 7177 7187 7193 7207 7211 7213 7219 7229 7237 7243 7247 7253 7283 7297 7307 7309 7321 7331 7333 7349 7351 7369 7393 7411 7417 7433 7451 7457 7459 7477 7481 7487 7489 7499 7507 7517 7523 7529 7537 7541 7547 7549 7559 7561 7573 7577 7583 7589 7591 7603 7607 7621 7639 7643 7649 7669 7673 7681 7687 7691 7699 7703 7717 7723 7727 7741 7753 7757 7759 7789 7793 7817 7823 7829 7841 7853 7867 7873 7877 7879 7883 7901 7907 7919 7927 7933 7937 7949 7951 7963 7993 8009 8011 8017 8039 8053 8059 8069 8081 8087 8089 8093 8101 8111 8117 8123 8147 8161 8167 8171 8179 8191 8209 8219 8293 8297 8311 8317 8329 8353 8363 8369 8377 8387
9539 9547 9551 9587 9601 9613 9619 9623 9629 9631
8389 8419 8423 8429 8431 8443 8447 8461 8467 8501 8513 8521 8527 8537 8539 8543 8563 8573 8581 8597 8599 8609 8623 8627 8629 8641 8647 8663 8669 8677 8681 8689 8693 8699 8707 8713 8719 8731 8737 8741 8747 8753 8761 8779 8783 8803 8807 8819 8821 8831 8837 8839 8849 8861 8863 8867 8887 8893 8923 8929 8933 8941 8951 8963 8969 8971 8999 9001 9007 9011 9013 9029 9041 9043 9049 9059 9067 9091 9103 9109 9127 9133 9137 9151 9157 9161 9173 9181 9187 9199 9203 9209 9221 9227 9239 9241 9257 9277 9281 9283 9293 9311 9319 9323 9337 9341 9343 9349 9371 9377 9391 9397 9403 9413 9419 9421 9431 9433 9437 9439 9461 9463 9467 9473 9479 9491 9497 9511 9521 9533 9643 9649 9661 9677 9679 9689 9697 9719 9721 9733
9901   9907   9923   9929   9931   9941   9949   9967   9973
   9739   9743   9749   9767   9769   9781   9787   9791   9803   9811 
9817 9829 9833 9839 9851 9857 9859 9871 9883 9887

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Kettle Logic

Kettle logic is an "informal fallacy" (fallacious intentionally), and is basically using contradictory points to defend a position.

For example:
Joe wants to defend his position that he didn't break the cookie jar.
"I didn't try to steal a cookie!"
"The cookie jar was already broken when I saw it!"
"I used a sturdy chair and was very safe about taking the cookie, so I obviously didn't break it."

These three arguments are inconsistent with each other, and therefore this logic is faulty.

The Missing Dollar

This riddle uses "informal fallacy," or intentionally creating a fallacy.

Three businessmen, after a long day at work, check into a hotel and rent a room for one night. The total fee is $30 for the whole room, which the businessmen decide to split up into three parts, or 10 dollars each. However, when the bellhop gives the money to the clerk, the clerk realizes that this was the hotel's discount week, and a $5 dollar discount would normally happen. The clerk tells the bellhop to return $5 to the three customers.

However, on the way there, the bellhop realizes that he can't split $5 evenly without counting change. He decides to take $2 for himself and gives $3 back to the businessmen so that they each get a dollar back.

So, the businessmen, after paying $10, each got a dollar back. This means they paid $9 each. 9 times 3 is $27, and after adding the two dollars the bellhop took, it's $29.


The businessmen paid $30. Where did the missing dollar go?

Posting via email

This post was sent from my email. Pretty cool huh? It's a feature in blogger that allows you to post directly from your email.

Only con is that you can drag and drop photos of any kind, you need to attach them.

1) Go to settings, and go into mobile and email.
2) Find "Posting using email" and type in your secret words. CAUTION: releasing these secret words will allow anyone with these words to be able to make at least a draft, if not a published post, on your blog.
3) Enable either the option of saving the email as a draft or immediately publishing it.
4) Send the post via email by sending it to username.secretwords@blogger.com

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

"What am I" riddles

(see below for the answers)

1) I get wet when drying, I get dirty from drying. What am I?

2) I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?

3) I can fly but have no wings. I can cry but have no eyes. Wherever I go, darkness follows me. What am I?

4) The more you take of me, the more you leave behind. What am I?

Answers:
1) towel
2) a joke
3) a cloud
4) footsteps

Making a wonderful blog

Just do all the things that I don't do, and you'll be fine.

1) Add lots of visuals. This encourages the reader to keep on scrolling to see pictures, as pictures are more appealing than words. Pictures also advertise your website on Google Images if it's viewed enough.

2) Don't add huge chunks of text in a serif font. Like I did. This makes long blocks of texts harder to read. Use a "sans serif" font (the fonts without the little mark at the beginning and end of each letter).

3) Don't go adding advertisements in your blog if you actually want people to enjoy it, and not want to make money off of it. If you can do both, great. But ads get annoying and cause lag...so you probably won't be able to do both.

4) Using HTML script adds a professional look to your blog. However, if you can't do it, like me, that's fine.

5) Make your blog organized. Labels are fine, but having a bunch of tabs at the top encourages readers to explore the blog more and has a cleaner look than labels.

6) Personalize it. Have a lot of character to it, and make it seem yours. Don't just copy off of someone else's blog, be inspired by them.

7) Have fun with your blog. That's the only way you'll continue to post and get views and stuff.

The Price of Pollution

Short story that I wrote a few years ago. Be nice about it.

The Price of Pollution
As the sulfuric air filled my lungs, I clambered up the soot-covered hill. Struggling to get to fresh air, I adjusted my heavy pack and tried to take in the least amount of the smoky air that I could. But as I tried to trudge up the hill, I couldn’t resist the temptation to turn back and look at my former home.
            The sky was dark with smoke, ashes raining down on the ground. The dirt and grass that had once existed had disappeared completely, blanketed by the layers of the ashes. The factories could be seen everywhere, polluting the air with poisonous gases. Attacking without mercy, the factories had deprived the air of oxygen like a vacuum, clearing out all living things from the fields of soot. This hill had once overlooked the bright and fresh wheat fields of the country just ten years ago. But now, the pollution was killing off living objects slowly but surely. If only we had chosen nature over machines.
            Coughing out ash, I knew that I wanted to leave the factories, but I hesitated. It was because the place was my home place. Though covered by the smog and smoke, this place still had a cemetery, and I wasn’t willing to leave my family’s ashes and all my belongings. The only reason I had stayed next to the factories and applied as a factory worker was to stay and pay my respects to my parents when I could. Also, the farmhouse I lived in had been the home of my ancestors and contained many family heirlooms that I couldn’t carry with me. And what guarantee was there that I wouldn’t face worse when I traveled away from the factories? Now that I thought about it, I knew that there was no guarantee at all. We knew little about the outside world.
            As the smoke and pollution kept on billowing out from the tops of the factories, I knew that I would soon die from the smoke. A year ago, I had heard that the government had to produce artificial air for the smog-filled cities. Was that kind of life enough to leave my hometown, as bad as it was?
            Leaving this squalid, wasted place involved lots of risk, maybe even too much. Others had already tried to leave these factories. They were never heard from again. The choice to stay in this polluted town filled with smoke guaranteed a death, but at least I would be able to meet my death the same way as everyone else in the town had. Perhaps I was too ambitious and greedy to expect a green countryside that probably wasn’t there.
            But I knew what my family made me promise to do – to leave the town and go somewhere safer and fresher and not meet the same demise as they had. However, I would be going alone through the wall of smog that surrounded the factories. The outside world was unknown to me and I would have no sense of direction. Filled with pessimism, I couldn’t seem to leave the town despite my wishes, but I also couldn’t seem to be able to stay in this wasteland. Overcome with frustration and anger, I felt as if I was a scale, perfectly balanced, unable to tip to neither one side nor the other.
            Calming myself down, I tried to think of which would benefit me the most. It felt selfish, but now that I had no one to be unselfish about, I thought a selfish feeling was okay. Leaving the town would probably result in a lonely death, and even if I didn’t die, I would forever be without companionship and most of my belongings. And here, at least the factories provided stale, plastic-like, artificial food. If I left and managed to find non-polluted places, I would probably starve to death.
            But then, I remembered my parents’ last wishes. My other siblings, being nothing but toddlers, had died from the smoke. By the time that my parents had decided to quit grieving and leave, it was already too late. The gas masks, though they helped for a while, soon wore out, the filters being permanently polluted. Being the last one alive due to a stronger mask, my parents ordered me to go to the countryside, whatever the cost, and I didn’t have much to lose. They had given me a small, framed painting. It showed a picture of the green grass and plants.     I doubted that it still existed.                 
            As my two sides debated furiously in my mind, I pulled out the painting. It was the only thing that wasn’t a necessity in my pack. The painting had patches of green and a blue lake. I hadn’t seen a lake or even a hint of green for at least five years.

            I had made my decision. Turning around, I left my troubles and walked into a new land.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Magic Halberd: Acknowledgements

Acknowledgements:
Thanks to all people who contributed, gave me permission, and sent me pics to use for the story:
coke_na_rc
plak
Ameba
MajesticOne
itblobboy
Miso Sintoque
Im_a_merchant
JvonT
belding
Naruto
dave
pft, Monochrome, thomaseat1234, LycanBlade, and fellow guildies (not mentioned in the story, too lazy to do it XD)


Inspiration for this story came from the story, The Monkey's Paw.

The Magic Halberd Chapter 13: Sintoque

Chapter 13: Sintoque
There’s still one person that was mentioned before but hasn’t been concluded yet.
Sintoque.
Now, Sintoque went unawares in Proteum Bottom as itblobboy tracked down the others. He would’ve been next, had coke not finished itblobboy off.
Sintoque, wanting to check what had happened, headed over to the Wastelands Entrance to find nothing there.
But wait! There was a silver glint coming from the waters…
Sintoque retrieved the halberd and looked at it. Disgusted, Sintoque was about to get his bazooka and blow it up, but it spoke.



“You can be the king of Helmet Heroes. I can make you king. You have three wishes, to wish anything you want…”

The Magic Halberd Chapter 12: coke_na_rc

Chapter 12: coke_na_rc
Coke’s honorary actions have to be mentioned, of course. He was the one that ultimately saved the day from the magic halberd.
After itblobboy scared everyone off, coke_na_rc, better known as coke, used his hundred brain cells to choose to teleport off to Bouncer’s Cave. He knew that Bouncer’s Cave would provide the low visibility that would be required to evade itblobboy. Then, he logged onto the Dunamis server and changed the password, while kicking everyone already on it out.
Coke now resided in Bouncer’s Cave, grinding bouncers peacefully as the drama and action occurred out in the normal servers.
But finally, coke realized that the time had come for him to use his powers for good, and not evil, like itblobboy had.
Coke armed himself with his fishing pole, yawned, and then tracked down itblobboy to find him at the Wastelands Entrance. There were eleven heads stacked neatly on top of his halberd. Coke would be the the twelfth.
Coke drew back his fishing pole, and then threw it at a 1 o’clock angle, having it wrap around the halberd. Coke was about to use his super strength to pull the halberd away, but then…
“I wish to never be separated from this halberd!” itblobboy frantically shouted, and his third and final wish was granted. There was a brilliant flash, and itblobboy morphed together with the halberd to create a disgustingly shaped object that was neither man or weapon. The eleven heads had blended together like Play-doe to form a huge lump that appeared to be a tumor in the halberd’s warped blade.
Coke curled his lip in distaste as he observed his now-burnt fishing pole.
“Good riddance.” He threw down the fishing pole, kicked the halberd into the murky waters of the Wastelands, and headed off to the Fishing Port to buy himself a new pole.

The Magic Halberd Chapter 11: MajesticOne

Chapter 11: MajesticOne
The screams abruptly stopped, and MajesticOne, who had used his brain cells to find a hiding place, peeked out of the murky lake of Wastelands. He had yet to find out that the water was unsafe...but it didn’t matter. MajesticOne was desperate to live.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.” Itblobboy’s voice had grown raspy and inhuman. It just wasn’t itblobboy anymore.
MajesticOne went underwater again. He knew that it would be hard to spot him through the murkiness of the water. He thought he was safe.
And he was, in a way. Itblobboy disappeared off to some random location, and MajesticOne, relieved, stood up and crawled out of the water.
But the water had been dangerous. It had killed one person. It could kill again.
MajesticOne started to feel queasy, and felt his skin burning. He looked down in horror to see that his skin had charred up, and was black with ash. His legs dissipated into thin air as he started to turn into ash.
It wasn’t pretty. His eyes were sunken and bleeding out, and he looked as though someone had drained away his entire life. Like a vacuum, MajesticOne was destroyed as his entire body and soul was sucked inwards.
All that remained of MajesticOne was his sunken head. Which, of course, was picked up by a certain character brandishing a halberd.

The Magic Halberd Chapter 10: Im_a_merchant

Chapter 10: Im_a_merchant
Merch’s mouth fell open as plak disappeared along with Ameba. This defied the laws of Helmet Heroes, and yet...it happened.
Screenshot 2014-10-28 at 8.09.48 PM.jpg
“MajesticOne, come look at this,” Merch called as he wandered over to the spot where both of their leaders had disappeared.
MajesticOne and Zane671 followed Merch to the spot. There was absolutely no sign that anyone or anything had ever stood at that spot.
“Something seems to be very fishy here…” Zane671 stated.
Duh.
As Merch bent down to inspect the ground, Zane671 fell down with a thump! Merch abruptly stood up, and after seeing Zane671’s headless body, he jumped sideways to narrowly dodge a swishing halberd that had been aimed straight at his head.
Itblobboy...the nightmare. His eyes had sunken, his teeth were yellowish red, and his hands were covered in blood. And his halberd had eight lifeless heads stacked up on top of each other...all different characters that Merch had once known.
Itblobboy looked enraged. He slapped the blade of the halberd and yelled, “Do better!”
Signs of insanity.
Merch barely dodged another attack and had his hand cut off by another.
He had no choice but to scream.

The Magic Halberd Chapter 9: plak

Chapter 9: plak
Plak saw as Ameba suddenly disappeared. He slowly came out of his hiding place with the other members of the gang. Where had Ameba gone off to? Surely he wouldn’t prank them in a serious moment like this?
Screenshot 2014-10-28 at 6.27.40 PM.png“Ameba?” Plak slowly took a glance at his surroundings. There was nowhere that Ameba could’ve gone to, save perhaps teleport. But this was the real thing! Ameba would never do that!
Frustrated, plak turned to his fellow gang members...only to find them gone too.
What is this?
Plak found himself in a very dark Wastelands, closed off from the rest of the world. No noobs (great!), no stalkers (not so great), and no communication to the other side (bad). In essence, he had nowhere to go.
“Get me out of here!” plak shouted, as he vainly tried to teleport, but the map wouldn’t load. Was it the lag? Or possibly, itblobboy? Either way...plak was frozen. On his screen and on his feet. But his mind was clear enough to see the fate-choosing halberd coming towards his face…

The Magic Halberd Full Story

Chapter 1: itblobboy
“Update 6.66 is now out! New halberd released, can be won from slots! Enjoy!”
Screenshot 2014-10-27 at 7.35.36 PM.pngThe number alone should’ve been enough to set off numerous alarms. And for most people, it was enough to convince them that the halberd wasn’t worth the hours of grinding for slots money, with a slim chance of getting it.
But of course, itblobboy had to get it. It was his prime weapon, and even though it was very noob-oriented, itblobboy could not resist the attraction of the halberd.
Itblobboy spent over 10 billion on slots to get that elusive halberd. He sold his noob armor, noob helmet, and noob pets to other noobs in order to get that halberd.
On his umpteenth try, itblobboy finally managed to get the halberd. It took  big effort to do it, with him spending his life savings on slots. He no longer cared about Helmet Heroes; all he cared about was the halberd.
But itblobboy was happy.
Screenshot 2014-10-27 at 7.26.18 PM.jpgItblobboy immediately tried out his new halberd. He slashed bouncers with it, wounded dark beholders, and barely scratched repguanas because of the new damage formula.
But itblobboy was happy.
Itblobboy spent every moment of his life with his new halberd. Slept with it, killed with it, ate turkey with it, and carried it around everywhere. The halberd got dirty of course, and covered with rust and bacteria.
But itblobboy was happy. He had no money though, and needed to borrow from loan sharks who charged an interest rate of 50% per day. He was going in debt and slowly became unpopular. He was happy, but not happy enough.
Until one day, the halberd spoke to him.
“You can be rich and happy, my friend. I will grant you three wishes, and your wishes shall be granted, full guarantee.”
Itblobboy was ecstatic. Free money? Free happiness? Itblobboy was stunned at this sudden change in his life.
“How do I wish for things?” itblobboy asked, ready to do anything.
“You must bring me to Mushroom Village and stand on top of Carter’s Coconuts,” the halberd replied. “There, you can wish your three wants and I will grant them. Just shake the halberd and state your wish, and voila, there you go.”
Itblobboy immediately teleported to Mushroom Village and hopped up on top of Carter’s Coconuts on his fifth try. Then, shaking with excitement, itblobboy shook the halberd and shouted out, “I wish to be the richest person in Helmet Heroes!”
Nothing happened. Itblobboy spent a minute breathing hard, suspensefully waiting for something to happen. A minute stretched into two minutes, which stretched into ten minutes, then stretched to an hour. Itblobboy waited in vain for something to happen, but nothing did. Enraged, itblobboy threw the halberd onto the ground from the top of Carter’s Coconuts.
A low level noob retrieved it. But itblobboy didn’t care. He didn’t care that he had just released the halberd that he had spent his life savings on, the halberd that he had loved.
Itblobboy was not happy anymore.
He was about to explode when someone traded him, obviously a noob. Itblobboy accepted the trade, and yelled,”WHAT??!!” into the trade chat. He was about to unleash his full arsenal of swear words and bad thoughts when the noob offered six mithril shields.
“For free,” the noob said, “because I took your halberd.” Then the noob offered twenty billion coins along with it.
The noob’s name was NapoIeon, and itblobboy was infinitely grateful to him. He didn’t care about how NapoIeon had gotten those coins, all he cared about was the money. Itblobboy now had a chance to start his life in Helmet Heroes all over again, with newfound money.
Itblobboy clicked confirm, and so did the noob. All the money, all the items...now his. Itblobboy gave a wicked smile and sold all the mithril shields for 60% at shop price.
With a jolt, itblobboy realized that he was now the richest person in Helmet Heroes.
With another jolt, itblobboy realized that he still had two wishes left. But his halberd was gone, stolen from a noob - NapoIeon.
Itblobboy immediately tracked down NapoIeon and found him lurking at Shroom Passage, admiring the halberd. Enraged, itblobboy took out his only weapon left, a bronze knife, and stabbed NapoIeon in the spine.
Then through the eyes after pulling the knife out. He sliced NapoIeon’s head open and spilt all the gory blood that existed in the head. He then stabbed NapoIeon’s body numerous times along several points, until NapoIeon was no more than a shrivel of skin surrounded by a lake of blood.
But itblobboy was happy again. He had his halberd, and though it was covered by blood, itblobboy had gotten it.
By mere chance, it was at that precise moment when belding walked into Shroom Passage, witnessing the murder that had just occurred. Belding opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.
“I’m going to report you, itblobboy,” belding spluttered out, and ran off in another direction. Itblobboy’s eyes bored into belding’s back, and he smirked. Nothing could stop itblobboy now.
Because itblobboy was happy. He had his halberd. And his money.
“I wish to be king, and no one can defy me.”


Screenshot 2014-10-27 at 8.05.38 PM.pngChapter 2: belding
After seeing itblobboy lying in a pool of blood with a bloody halberd, belding immediately ran off back to Mushroom Village, then to Elandra Island, where he thought that he would be safe.
Of course, he wasn’t safe anywhere.
Belding logged onto the Helmet Heroes forums and frantically typed up a report on itblobboy.
“Itblobboy has been abusing his strength! I’ve just seen him sitting in a pool of blood, and he was ready to kill me next! Pretty sure that’s against the ToS! Pls help! Ban him robby!”
Belding, behind a swarm of glords at the right hand side of Elandra Island, still didn’t feel safe. He spammed refresh on the forums to see if anyone replied to his post.
Sure enough, after half a minute, someone did.
Itblobboy.
“No proof. No screenshots whatsoever. No proof equals no ban.”
Belding looked at his post, stricken. He had forgotten to take screenshots in his fright! He slapped his palm against his forehead and realized what he had to do. He would have to track down itblobboy and take a screenshot of him killing someone else.
Belding tracked down itblobboy, who was still in Shroom Passage. Shuddering, belding teleported to Shroom Passage. Then, belding got an idea. An idea that belding thought was genius.
Belding contacted one of his guildies, JvonT, via PM and said, “Hey, I need some help here in Shroom Passage. I need you to dash all the way to the portal in between Mushroom Village and Shroom Passage. Then, I need you to yell out loud, ‘itblobboy is a murderer!’ Think you can do that?”
After a moment, JvonT replied, “Um...sure, I guess.”
Belding felt bad for using JvonT, his own guild member, like this. He knew that JvonT would most likely get killed as soon as he said those words. But it was necessary in order for belding to restore his reputation on forums.
JvonT showed up next to belding in Shroom Passage with a strange look on his face. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done.”
Then, he dashed to where belding had instructed him to, and belding patiently followed, screenshot tool ready at hand. And sure enough, itblobboy was there, hanging out with his halberd. The only difference was that the pool of blood had been cleverly hidden, and the halberd only showed signs of a few stains of blood.
Belding expectantly waited for JvonT to say the line. And JvonT did say the line...in a somewhat distorted way than instructed.
“Belding said that you were a murderer,” JvonT said to itblobboy, and belding felt a worm of fear crawl up his throat. Belding’s eyes grew wide and itblobboy turned towards him.
“Oh, did he now?” itblobboy replied, a look of glee in his eyes. A psychotic gleam and a wicked smile.
Belding slowly backed away as itblobboy leaped at him with the halberd. But belding had no chance. Itblobboy cut off belding’s head with one swipe of his halberd.
Belding was no more.


Chapter 3: JvonT
Belding’s head slowly rolled towards itblobboy. Itblobboy, driven insane by the power of the halberd, picked the head up and placed it at the tip of the halberd.
Itblobboy now turned his attention to a gaping JvonT. “You saw nothing. If anything about this leaks out, you’ll be next.”
Screenshot 2014-10-27 at 8.13.49 PM.pngJvonT teleported to Wastelands, in a clear dilemma. Should he report itblobboy, or should he not?
“Aarghhh!!” JvonT shouted to the sky, sounding very much like the pirate he was dressed up as.
JvonT was torn up between two emotions: guilt and fear. Guilt was pushing him to report itblobboy, while fear was preventing him. JvonT couldn’t make a decision. He unleashed his rage on a nearby stalker, which exploded into bits, dropping a bat wing staff in the process.
Zane671, otherwise known as dave, came and picked up the staff. “Were you forgetting this?”
JvonT shook his head. “No.”
“Is anything wrong?” Zane671 asked, pocketing the staff.
JvonT shook his head again. “No.”
“Are you--”
“Just shut up and go away, all right?” JvonT demanded, and Zane671, holding up both hands, backed away.
“Fine, be that way.”
JvonT sat on the purple ground of the Wastelands. He looked at the Wastelands water, where numerous dark toads swam about.
Screenshot 2014-10-27 at 8.50.45 PM.pngMaybe drinking some of that will help me.
JvonT cupped his hand and drank some Wasteland water. Had a disgusting stench, and yet...delicious. Addictive. JvonT took another cupful. And another. The world seemed to spin around him, almost like he was on a rollercoaster.
I’m seeing dots...round, dark dots. Maybe that’s the answer. And why do I feel so dizzy?
Little did he know that the water was poisonous as he slumped onto the ground, never to rise again.


Chapter 4: Zane671 (dave)
Zane671 was pissed off at JvonT.
Why is he acting so moody today? What did I ever do to him?
Zane671 nodded his head firmly. That’s what I’ll ask him. I’ll stand up to him and ask him that.
Screenshot 2014-10-27 at 8.43.03 PM.pngHe walked back towards where JvonT had been, and followed his tracks until he found him.
Dead, of course. Dead as a doornail.
But Zane671 wasn’t just any character who would scream at a dead body or stand in shock. Instead, Zane671 took dave, his tebra, and immediately took action.
He PMed a dozen people, including Naruto, Miso, itblobboy, coke_na_rc, Sintoque, koalasium, and some other people that he knew from forums.
“Come quick, everyone! We’ve got a murder on our hands!”
That line struck a nerve in most people that Zane PMed. Itblobboy, of course, had an exasperated feeling as he followed the flow.
Miso was the first to arrive, and as soon as he saw the dead body of JvonT, Miso got nervous. He started to fiddle with his “beautiful” hair and stood back. Zane671, observant as ever, noticed this, but didn’t say anything about it. Yet.
The others arrived, all having the same reaction as Miso, except for the part with the hair fiddling. Most of them didn’t have enough hair to do that.
“Okay, out with it everyone. What’s wrong?”
Coke_na_rc had his eyes closed, as if meditating. “The presence of dark magic is strong here.”
Everyone else nodded.
“We think it’s come up with the new update,” Naruto explained. “Update 6.66. Our thinking is that the new halberd that came out has certain properties that defy the laws of Helmet Heroes. And yet, it exists.”
Miso jumped in. “I sent a PM to robby, and he replied. It seems to be the most frightening update yet...here’s what he wrote.”

Screenshot 2014-10-28 at 3.34.50 PM.png

Everyone went silent for a moment. “So...it’s that halberd that’s causing all this trouble.”
And just like that, everyone realized where the halberd belonged.
“Where the heck is itblobboy?” Zane671 asked, thinking the same thought as everyone else.
“Were you guys looking for me?” a voice, out of nowhere, asked from behind them.
In one single motion, everyone turned. Uh oh.
Sintoque, though later he claimed not to, was witnessed screaming like a girl as he and the others fled the murder scene.
Itblobboy sliced JvonT’s head and stuck it on the top of his halberd alongside belding’s head.
“Perfect!” itblobboy said in delight, a gleaming, innocent smile on him.


Chapter 5: Miso
Miso also ran screaming like a girl as he ran away from itblobboy. And it was well justified by the fact that itblobboy now looked like a total psycho.
Screenshot 2014-10-28 at 7.32.14 PM.pngThis felt like the Hunger Games, and Miso was one of the targets. He ran for dear life and teleported to nearly eight places before settling at Robo Lover’s Home, a place that he thought no one could find him.
Cassie, immobile as always, stood in the Robo Lover’s Home, being an NPC. Miso shook his head. It would be nice to have a free life as an NPC.
“Miso?” A voice. Miso, startled, turned around, but saw no one there.
Then, as he turned back around to face Cassie, Miso saw a horror beyond his scariest nightmares.
Itblobboy.
“Miso? Why are you staring at me like that?” itblobboy sounded innocent...and yet, Miso knew he wasn’t.
It’s just an illusion. Itblobboy is in fact a psychopath. I mean, look at those heads!
I feel like I’m part of a cheesy soap opera.
And I’m doomed.


Chapter 6: Naruto
Naruto, having a couple of brain cells, switched servers and hung out at Wastelands. He assumed that the last place that itblobboy would search for people would be where they started - the Wastelands.
Screenshot 2014-10-28 at 6.05.42 PM.pngHe then armed himself with his phantom wand and prepared to press M at the first sign of movement.
Nothing.
Naruto, while keeping a hand on the phantom wand, cautiously checked his friends list.
Miso: not online. Naruto’s face fell as he realized what this meant. Dead.
coke_na_rc: Craftman Falls, of all places.
Sintoque: Proteum Bottom
itblobboy...not online? Confused, Naruto closed it out and check again.
Maybe it’s just a glitch in the friends list.
But Naruto was clearly shaken immensely by this. How can itblobboy not be online and yet just have been here?
“The answer is simple,” a voice said from behind him. “Itblobboy does not exist anymore.”
Naruto slowly turned around, and to his relief, saw coke_na_rc in his Santa costume, with the wise-looking beard and the phantom staff.
“My god, coke, I thought you were itblobboy!”
Coke smiled. “No, I’m not itblobboy.”
Naruto let out a heavy breath. “That was frightening, bro! But wait…” Naruto noticed that coke’s teeth looked unusually red. Blood red.
Coke spoke again. “But I’m not coke_na_rc either.”
The last thing Naruto saw was a halberd with three heads stacked on top of it.


Chapter 7: koalasium
Koalasium was a true hero at heart. But when it involved a magical halberd, forget it. He wasn’t going to mess with a magical halberd that could potentially destroy the world of Helmet Heroes.
Capture.JPGBut of course, being the brave man he was, koalasium couldn’t resist a challenge. He didn’t run or scream like a girl; instead, he stopped by the Mushroom Library to buy a book from Lewis, the librarian that sold books for money instead of letting people check them out.
There! The big book of updates. Koalasium rifled through the pages until he found the most recent update - Update 6.66. What a suspicious number. Koalasium read the text stated under this update.


“Update 6.66’s most major introduction was the magic halberd, currently only able to be won from slots. There is only one halberd of this power, and once won from slots, no one else can get it. The person who wields this halberd will gain extra power and will have certain, unnamed abilities. Rumors of these abilities include having three wishes granted at a full guarantee. As this magic halberd hasn’t been around too long, not much else is known about this halberd.”


Koalasium set the book down, but Lewis shook his head. “You touch it, you buy it.”
“What kind of rule is that?” koalasium exclaimed, but Lewis’ eyes bored into koalasium’s.
“You go by my rules in my shop, or else I’ll call the police.”
Koalasium didn’t know that there was a police in Helmet Heroes, but just to be safe, he paid the 210k for the book, and feeling cheated, he hid the book in his inventory.
“Looking for something?”
Koalasium knew that voice. He didn’t stop to turn, and using his ten brain cells, koalasium teleported to Viper’s Shop. He armed himself with his repguana bow, and waited frighteningly waited for itblobboy to enter the shop behind the cover of Viper.
The door of the shop slowly opened, and four, lifeless heads peeked through.


Chapter 8: Ameba
Ameba hadn’t been at the horrible scene at the Wastelands. But he’d heard enough. And he wasn’t going to let itblobboy get away with it.
“Alright, gang, let’s git him!” Ameba shouted to his gang as soon as a shuddering Zane671 finished explaining the course of events.
Screenshot 2014-10-28 at 7.21.24 PM.pngAmeba’s gang consisted of plak, Im_a_merchant, MajesticOne, and Zane671. Technically, it wasn’t “Ameba’s gang.” It was a democracy, and Ameba happened to be the leader for that month.
The gang (gang being an overused word) usually spent their days playing pranks on others and taking up space in GVG Woodlands. But when times of evil came, the gang did everything they did to stop them, and almost all the time, they succeeded.
Almost all the time. Ameba still remembered the death of Saruman107, when Ameba accidentally killed him. All it took was one thunder attack, and…
Ameba had stopped using thunder after that event.
The gang waited, grim and determined, at the Wastelands Entrance, where they found the dead bodies of JvonT and Naruto, both without heads.
Ameba studied the ground and found the tracks of...someone. This was hopeless. Itblobboy could simply not be tracked down.
Unless, of course, he came to you.
Ameba grit his teeth, bought bullhorn, and said to his fellow gang members, “Well, guys, I’m gonna have to use myself as bait. You guys hide and ambush him, alright?”
The gang was about to complain, but it was too late. Ameba had released the bullhorn.
“Itblobboy, we know you’re a murderer. My gang challenges you to a duel. Chicken? Come to Wastelands and we’ll find out if you’re one or not.”
The gang knew that there was no chance of saving Ameba. They blended into the background, hiding in their spots for the ambush.
The suspense was killing him. Ameba almost closed his eyes so that they were little slits, observing everything that was happening.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Ameba whirled around to the sound. He recognized that sound...it was the sound of someone dashing.
“Plak, was that you?”
No answer.
“Guys, where are you?”
Silence.
Ameba held out his staff in front of him. He had practiced Kumdo back in his detective days, and knew how to handle himself. And yet...he felt oddly endangered. Like a dodo in poaching season.
“You’re dead.”


Chapter 9: plak
Plak saw as Ameba suddenly disappeared. He slowly came out of his hiding place with the other members of the gang. Where had Ameba gone off to? Surely he wouldn’t prank them in a serious moment like this?
Screenshot 2014-10-28 at 6.27.40 PM.png“Ameba?” Plak slowly took a glance at his surroundings. There was nowhere that Ameba could’ve gone to, save perhaps teleport. But this was the real thing! Ameba would never do that!
Frustrated, plak turned to his fellow gang members...only to find them gone too.
What is this?
Plak found himself in a very dark Wastelands, closed off from the rest of the world. No noobs (great!), no stalkers (not so great), and no communication to the other side (bad). In essence, he had nowhere to go.
“Get me out of here!” plak shouted, as he vainly tried to teleport, but the map wouldn’t load. Was it the lag? Or possibly, itblobboy? Either way...plak was frozen. On his screen and on his feet. But his mind was clear enough to see the fate-choosing halberd coming towards his face…


Chapter 10: Im_a_merchant
Merch’s mouth fell open as plak disappeared along with Ameba. This defied the laws of Helmet Heroes, and yet...it happened.
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“MajesticOne, come look at this,” Merch called as he wandered over to the spot where both of their leaders had disappeared.
MajesticOne and Zane671 followed Merch to the spot. There was absolutely no sign that anyone or anything had ever stood at that spot.
“Something seems to be very fishy here…” Zane671 stated.
Duh.
As Merch bent down to inspect the ground, Zane671 fell down with a thump! Merch abruptly stood up, and after seeing Zane671’s headless body, he jumped sideways to narrowly dodge a swishing halberd that had been aimed straight at his head.
Itblobboy...the nightmare. His eyes had sunken, his teeth were yellowish red, and his hands were covered in blood. And his halberd had eight lifeless heads stacked up on top of each other...all different characters that Merch had once known.
Itblobboy looked enraged. He slapped the blade of the halberd and yelled, “Do better!”
Signs of insanity.
Merch barely dodged another attack and had his hand cut off by another.
He had no choice but to scream.


Chapter 11: MajesticOne
The screams abruptly stopped, and MajesticOne, who had used his brain cells to find a hiding place, peeked out of the murky lake of Wastelands. He had yet to find out that the water was unsafe...but it didn’t matter. MajesticOne was desperate to live.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.” Itblobboy’s voice had grown raspy and inhuman. It just wasn’t itblobboy anymore.
MajesticOne went underwater again. He knew that it would be hard to spot him through the murkiness of the water. He thought he was safe.
And he was, in a way. Itblobboy disappeared off to some random location, and MajesticOne, relieved, stood up and crawled out of the water.
But the water had been dangerous. It had killed one person. It could kill again.
MajesticOne started to feel queasy, and felt his skin burning. He looked down in horror to see that his skin had charred up, and was black with ash. His legs dissipated into thin air as he started to turn into ash.
It wasn’t pretty. His eyes were sunken and bleeding out, and he looked as though someone had drained away his entire life. Like a vacuum, MajesticOne was destroyed as his entire body and soul was sucked inwards.
All that remained of MajesticOne was his sunken head. Which, of course, was picked up by a certain character brandishing a halberd.


Chapter 12: coke_na_rc
Coke’s honorary actions have to be mentioned, of course. He was the one that ultimately saved the day from the magic halberd.
After itblobboy scared everyone off, coke_na_rc, better known as coke, used his hundred brain cells to choose to teleport off to Bouncer’s Cave. He knew that Bouncer’s Cave would provide the low visibility that would be required to evade itblobboy. Then, he logged onto the Dunamis server and changed the password, while kicking everyone already on it out.
Coke now resided in Bouncer’s Cave, grinding bouncers peacefully as the drama and action occurred out in the normal servers.
But finally, coke realized that the time had come for him to use his powers for good, and not evil, like itblobboy had.
Coke armed himself with his fishing pole, yawned, and then tracked down itblobboy to find him at the Wastelands Entrance. There were eleven heads stacked neatly on top of his halberd. Coke would be the the twelfth.
Coke drew back his fishing pole, and then threw it at a 1 o’clock angle, having it wrap around the halberd. Coke was about to use his super strength to pull the halberd away, but then…
“I wish to never be separated from this halberd!” itblobboy frantically shouted, and his third and final wish was granted. There was a brilliant flash, and itblobboy morphed together with the halberd to create a disgustingly shaped object that was neither man or weapon. The eleven heads had blended together like Play-doe to form a huge lump that appeared to be a tumor in the halberd’s warped blade.
Coke curled his lip in distaste as he observed his now-burnt fishing pole.
“Good riddance.” He threw down the fishing pole, kicked the halberd into the murky waters of the Wastelands, and headed off to the Fishing Port to buy himself a new pole.


Chapter 13: Sintoque
There’s still one person that was mentioned before but hasn’t been concluded yet.
Sintoque.
Now, Sintoque went unawares in Proteum Bottom as itblobboy tracked down the others. He would’ve been next, had coke not finished itblobboy off.
Sintoque, wanting to check what had happened, headed over to the Wastelands Entrance to find nothing there.
But wait! There was a silver glint coming from the waters…
Sintoque retrieved the halberd and looked at it. Disgusted, Sintoque was about to get his bazooka and blow it up, but it spoke.


“You can be the king of Helmet Heroes. I can make you king. You have three wishes, to wish anything you want…”


Acknowledgements:
Thanks to all people who contributed, gave me permission, and sent me pics to use for the story:
coke_na_rc
plak
Ameba
MajesticOne
itblobboy
Miso Sintoque
Im_a_merchant
JvonT
belding
Naruto
dave
pft, Monochrome, thomaseat1234, LycanBlade, and fellow guildies (not mentioned in the story, too lazy to do it XD)


Inspiration for this story came from the story, The Monkey's Paw.