A Daft Punk FanFic (PG Rated)

[BurnerMan54]

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OMG i'm dying of laughter

[AnonymsDogMan]

OMG i'm dying of laughter

I wrote a Daft Punk themed adventure story as a joke in another thread. I will see if I can find it.

[n00b Tr00per]

I wrote a Daft Punk themed adventure story as a joke in another thread. I will see if I can find it.

FIND IT FIND IT I remember reading that and being like

LOL

[AnonymsDogMan]

Personally, I don't think they're as close to completing this album as we think they are. Believe me, I want that album more than anything and I'm willing to embark on Indiana Jones style adventures to get it... I just can't see it coming out till at least July, June at the earliest. Although I really hope I'm wrong.

I was in. The cave was dark and dusty. It looked abandoned as though no one had been inside for hundreds of years. It was a long shot but I knew it had to be here. What I was looking for had been hidden for over 900 years. It had become myth, and myth had become legend, everyone thought I was crazy to look for it. They may have been right, but I was about to find out for sure soon.
I walked through the cave slowly and carefully, looking around for anything that could be a trap. The cave was beautiful. The pictures painted on the walls over 900 years before, covered in dust and fading, were intriguing. Not much knowledge was left of those who built this cave, and the pictures on the walls were as confusing as they were astonishing. They showed two figures utop a pyramid, being worshiped upon by thousands on the ground. Obviously these two figures were seen as Gods. Prehaps vengeful Gods. Looking closely at the people worshiping them on the gorund, they appeared to be having some sort of fit, all raving around with their hands in the air and jumping up and down. I tore my eyes away, remembering why I was here. I had to concerntraight. There would be plenty of time to study there pictures later after I found what I was looking for.

I continued to walk slowly taking every step with neverous breath as I knew a trap could spring at any moment. I turned a corer and realised that I was not the first person to find this place. It had never occured to me that someone else had followed the signs, followed the hidden clues in their songs, followed the hidden path and traveled around the world to find the ancient ruins, only to not make it out alive. This poor soul had not been carful enough to avoid the trap that brought on his ghastly fate, looking at his body I noted that his lower leg was missing from just abover the knee, his skin streched over his skeleton due to years of decay. Still on his face was etched a twisted smile. I looked ahead for what might of caused this mutilation to him. There was nothing. All was quiet. Too quiet. Looking carfully at the walls and celing I could still see nothing. I took off the dead adventurer's shoe, filled it with sand to give it a little more weight and threw it. It sailed through the air and landed on the ground with a thud. There was silence for a split second then an incredible roar emmited from walls causing the room to shake and dust to fall from the ceiling. After the dust had settled. I saw that the shoe, was gone.

Examing the floor very carfuly, I could see that under the dust...the faintest of outlines appeared. It made a letter. A letter? I looked at the tile next to it, again. A letter. Using a vine growing out from the wall, I carfully sweped all the tiles I could reach to reveal the letters that lay underneath the dust. I knew I would have to be very carful where I stood. I had to figure out which letters I could stand on that would allow me to pass. The letters reached further than any man could ever jump across. I took a guess and looked around for the letter I though would not take my leg off. I saw it and firmly placed my foot on the letter 'H'. I winced waiting to the roar to return and for me to lose my leg... but there was only silece. From there I could see the next letter off to the right and further up the floor. It would be a bit of a jump, and if I was wrong, then I would not make it out of here alive. I jumped and landed my other foot on the letter 'B'. There was only room enough for one foot on this letter tile and as I wobbled there trying to balanced I desperatly searched for the next letter. I saw it, and just before I lost my balanced I leaped for it and landed my foot firmly on the letter 'F' and then quickly again onto 'S'. I was close enough to make the last leap to the end of the tiles with letters on it, and as I landed on the other side, I breathed a sigh of relief. Catching my breath, I noticed a shining light around the next bend.

The light beconded me closer, I found myself not caring if I was walking into danger, for I knew what that light must be. I walked closer and closer and finally entered the room where the light was coming from. I could see it. After years of searching I could finally see it. I was the first person to see what people had been waiting for, for over 900 years. In the middle of the room was the legend, the myth, the object of obsession for all these years. Daft Punk's Fourth Studio Album. I fell to my knees as a tear rolled down my cheek. Just the sight of it was beautiful. After 900 years, I was finally going to make the dream of billions come true. I was going to release the fourth studio album to the world.

[Champiness]

As long as we're on the subject...

[Electronic]

Wut.

[Camerabob1]

Everyone gets out the sandwiches and sits around the blanket, eating or, in the case of SebastiAn, making aliens out of olives and toothpicks.

"I…" Xavier rolls his tongue around his mouth. "I like how the, uh, the cross is perfectly centered between your nipples," he says at last.

"Thank you," says Busy P.

"And, um." He and Gaspard look at each other.

"Thanks," they both say, and smile. "Thanks very much." There is another pause as everyone smiles at each other.

"Ha-ha," says Xavier, softly. "Nipples."

Lol

[KJ DOGA]

Guys i got a fanfic too!



I GOOGLED fanfic, now i know what it means.... but i'm not gonna take this pic down!

[n00b Tr00per]

I suppose I'll share this...my best friend wrote this at 2 in the morning during the summer. It is an excellent representation of why she is my best friend. It is littered with inside jokes and is highly innacurate and such but...enjoy, I guess? I know I laughed my ass off.

Oh, and absolutely nothing real against Elodie Bouchez. She is quite talented and I'm sure she's a very nice lady. If she's good enough for TBang she's good enough for me :P

One day while filming his movie...Thomas Bangalter was feeling very down. It seemed that his actress-turned-wife, Smellodie had been ruining his entire project. So to get out of his funk, Thomas went for a walk and passed by an intriguing bakery. He bought a lovely little tea biscuit. On his way back to the set Thomas was shocked at who he saw sitting on the park bench nearby. Why it was Keanu Reeves. How could Thomas continue his stroll without conversing with the star? So next to Keanu the very cute French man sat, and the two made small-talk. While the chaps discussed a website (Memestache to be exact), a witch jumped from an overheard tree and ran by holding garlic mustard. Indeed it was Alysin....the very evil goblin like woman with horrible aim. The little witch threatened that Thomas was wasting his time with Elodie and for his stupidity he shall be punished. With a wave of her wand the witch summoned a curse upon Thomas...to forever become a meme! Alas, Thomas and Keanu should have discussed another website. Luckily the troll missed Thomas entirely and instead hit Keanu. After the sudden turn of even Alysin ran quickly into the bushes, never to be seen again. The two men found the experience hilarious and they laughed for what seemed like forever. The conversation soon changed in subject and Thomas began to explain about his movie and his home-wrecking wife Smellodie. She sounded awful. Just dastardly. Keanu became very saddened...very saddened by even the thought of Smellodie. It was another two minute Smellodie explanation, before Keanu became a much bluer version of himself and Thomas realized he was late for directing his next scene. In his rush Thomas had no time to finish his biscuit and passed it off to Keanu, who even after Thomas' departure remained filled with sorrow. Almost finished his biscuit, Keanu lowered his gaze towards his work-boots. Just at that moment a paparazzi snapped a picture...and from this day on Keanu has never been seen the same way. So ladies and gents, boys and girls...that is the story as to why Keanu Reeves is sad. Thomas probably should have explained [Original Poster] to him instead (:

Oh and...Sad Keanu origins!!!! Yeeeeaaaahhhhhhhhh

[KJ DOGA]

I suppose I'll share this...my best friend wrote this at 2 in the morning during the summer. It is an excellent representation of why she is my best friend. It is littered with inside jokes and is highly innacurate and such but...enjoy, I guess? I know I laughed my ass off.

Oh, and absolutely nothing real against Elodie Bouchez. She is quite talented and I'm sure she's a very nice lady. If she's good enough for TBang she's good enough for me :P



Oh and...Sad Keanu origins!!!! Yeeeeaaaahhhhhhhhh

I'm a very bad reader...whats the story about again?