FRHD Player Fiction Stories

he was sweating all over. but when Char looked at his computer screen, he saw that his track was actually pretty good. yeah, he should be good, he thought, and walked back home.
a few hours later, when he was in bed, Char heard an ongoing course of sirens coming down the road. so Char got out of bed, kicked into his sneakers, and went to see what was up, since nobody on his street were very old; nobody was having a stroke or something, right? but as Char watched, an ambulance pulled up wagon's driveway. a paramedic hopped out, got out a stretcher, and went inside. oh God, Char thought as he walked toward wagon's house. what happened this time? soon the paramedic came out the door, pushing a dazed and feverish wagon in front of him towards the ambulance. knowingly, Char walked over to the ambulance driver and asked if he could go with wagon. to be continued...

 

Char drives a car to a bar which is far from his ma because he wants to go on a bra hunt. Char goes to swoo the ladies with his man gravy and make a baby. Char is a lady killer.

 

holy shiet

 

haha wow

 

eli goes to live in sack w le gf legmator and on le plane syrian refuges go alhu backscar and crash in2 the freedom tower at teh wurl trade centur
elis cheesekek belly cushion s his fall and he walks 2 shpes house in kings bc le fredom tower is not so free anymoar
shpe turns eloi in2 sneks slave and funks eli but den eli has enouf n eats doggo friend shpe whole whitch kils shpe
den eli beli 2 large an he explodes and cheiscake goes flying all de way to sacklormentos where leg eats the remains of elois cheskek stokpile and doggoshep remans to
de end

 

ok, let me put it bluntly. this is unreadble. no offense...

 

There once was a boy named DavidRonan , who couldn't make a good track. After about a year and a half of experience however, he got better. Then, DavidRonan went back and looked at

his old tracks only to be embarrassed by how bad they were.

 

hahaha that is what happens

 

Lol, about fatlard212 tho...
Also, contrary to popular belief, I do not regret joining the forums

 

MereShlobber shlobbered and shlobbered even more on some more shlobber

 

Named after a prototype demolition tool I used once, lol

 

this a story i made it has a happy ending lol

 

lol

 

i thought you wanted world peace or some shít

 

savage

 

The case of the missing spacebar -chapter 2-

The phone rings inside the office of Detective A. He looks at it idly, finishes smoking his flowers and picks up. "Hello?" he asks mildly. "DETECTIVE A?! IS THIS YOU!???" a frantic high voice screams into his ear. "Yes its me you dweeb. But who are you!?" he responds. "You must have heard of me" fin begins. "I am known as F1N and Noob/Fin Riders on FRHD and BHR!" "Ah yes... Arent you the sweaty finnish kid I usually beat at ghosting?" Detective A responds sarcastically. ".... Yeah, thats me. Listen, I have a HUGE PROBLEM! Stig has stolen my spacebar! I cannot ghost!" Detective A's eyes widen. "It happened to you as well!?" He asks in shock. "Yeeeeees.... Whys that?" Detective A quickly opens a draw and takes out a case file. He flips through the pages and swears quietly to himself. "Um... Hello?" He hears on the other end. "Yeah im still here. It has been reported that many previous spacebarers have lost their spacebars as well. Just last week, Totoca12 reported that his spacebar was missing. Although there was no evidence left behind in that case, you may have found a lead. Ill be over asap." The phone hung up, and fin heaves a sigh of relief.

It was getting late when the door to fins house opens and shuts. He hears footsteps, then a knocking on his bedroom door. "Come in" he calls. A tall man, wearing glasses, a jacket, a wide brimmed hat and a notepad walked into his room. Fin guessed he was around 20 although it was hard to tell for sure. And, fin thought to himself, he smells like flowers. "The names A. mR..A." mR..A says. Fin nods and then says "Here is the note, exactly where I found it." mR..A quickly jots something down onto his notepad. "When exactly did your spacebar go missing?" he asks interrogatively. "Um, I dont know exactly. It was here when I left for school, but gone when I got back." "Hmmm... Any witnesses?" "No, only my mum was home and she was drunk af when I got home. Anyone couldve snuck past her." He nods to himself, finishes writing then looks up. "It is believed Stig was seen on a train out of Norway, heading for the Swedish border. He is big. Really big. I dont think he wouldve been subtle about his break in." He moves to the window, opens the curtain and as he suspected the window was smashed. "He got through here, then removed ur spacebar and probably left the same way. Lets see if we can find his tracks" They move out the window and find faint footsteps, although fading quickly in the snow. They move further and stop as they see a screwdriver and keys to a car. "So, presumably, he used this to take ur spacebar off and this to get away. But... Where is the car?" mR..A says in a wondering tone. "You said he caught a train right?" Fin asks, feeling like he's onto something. "Yeah, thats right." "And hes a fugitive, correct?" mR..A nods. "Maybe he sold his car for tickets, tried to hide the evidence then ran off to catch a train to Sweden!" Fin shouts triumphantly. mR..A thinks for a bit, then nods slowly. "Makes sense I suppose. We better catch that train and see if we can catch him while we still know where he is. If he makes it to an airport we'll lose him for good, and youll never be able to spacebar again".

 

lol better than hunger games! ;P

 

Pretty outdated.

 

this will never get old

 

Um, that means you barely ever play.