New Years Eve Countdown

Hey there. Random glitch first; majority later.

FLOATING ACHIEVEMENT! :D (Found in ILoveCuteChihuahua's den.)
Also, when I was very close to finishing Meet Cosmo Hard Mode... D: I got stuck behind the last cavern. And I was going to get a Boomseed tree! DX
The actual part is, since I'm staying up to midnight tonight, I'll be watching TV and waiting. :D I won't actually be counting down here, but this post is for two recent occasions.
December 20 was the anniversary of Amelia's Vow, the first one!
And today is New Years eve! I'm too lazy to write a New Years Eve story, and I'm fresh outta ideas, but whatevs.
Be sure to participate in the second Jamaasian Heroes Mission about Dark Shells!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Hey Jammers!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I hope you've had a WONDERFUL time this year. I've had a rough year, making new friends, losing some and some other things. In order to keep my stories coming, please share my stories with others and COMMENT!! Please check out my Youtube channel since im currently working on 4 AJMV's (here) Enjoy your new year!

Hyrestia Tales: Into the Darkness Part 1

Peering into the cobwebbed darkness, Frost mewled softly.

"Are you SURE you're fine down 'ere, Pink?"

..Pinkpinkpinkpink.....

The hallway in front of her was specially designed, thought Frost, to seal in despair and fear, so she strained her ears to hear the faint cries of her comrade in arms.

Behind her, her other friends nervously twitched and whispered, their paws silently trying not to slip on the waxed marble floor. Frost twitched nervously too when she acknowledged that she was standing at the point where refined marble gave way to mossy, slimy, damp and yucky cobblestone.

"Yeah, I'm fine here." replied Pink. "Just a Mira Emblem we need to hop on."

Her cries echoed in the space, as if she were the sole wolf in the world.

Frost tried to step forward, but slipped on the moss in front of her, her legs giving way in a whoosh and making her look like she were pressing her chest against the floor on purpose. Her expression was worthy of a thousand words.

Keldeo stifled a laugh.

Frost got up and muttered quite a lot of cuss words that would've resulted in Lisa or Amelia (her unofficial mentor, yet Amelia herself had recently said that she no longer needed to train Frost, and could get a real apprentice by the ancient creed) washing out her mouth with dirty soap.

"Frost, I suspect we need to get moving soon. I know that it's slippery and you're reluctant to go in without Savior, but remember when a phantom trampled my enchilada in the courtyard?" said Vicky. Her voice was silky smooth, yet had a rough edge of dejection after Electro left her body.

Snowyclaw and Tempest nodded vigorously to show they agreed with Vicky.

"Yeah, yeah, he left a message with enchilada filling that Apophis was ready to entertain us." sighed Frost. "How would you even get across this slippery floor?"

Ignacio rolled his eyes. The little twerp didn't even seem scathed from his time dangling from the bridge. He rather seemed - sarcastic.

"Magic, as you talking animals do it?"

Keldeo kicked Ignacio, then sprayed water from his hoof into his face, then turned to face him.

"Because," he said. "the 'talking animals' can't waste mana before we fight Apophis."

Ignacio pouted, which was hard to pull off when you had a hoofmark on your forehead and sopping wet hair.

"Then why did the pink cyborg wolf fly in?" he retorted.

Keldeo's eyes turned fiery, yet icy, just as Frost's eyes were all the time now.

"Is this a joke?! SHE IS A FREAKING CYBORG WOLF WITH JET BOOSTERS!"

Keldeo huffed and turned away from Ignacio.

"Impudent." he muttered. 

Snowyclaw cocked her head as Keldeo and Ignacio, the annoying dudes, feuded, and looked at some ochre-red cobblestones that were each about half a foot apart and in varying places.

"Hey, Frost." she said.

"What?" replied Frost, her face still creased with frustration.

"Try stepping on the ochre-red stones."

Frost tried without complaint, and found that they were surprisingly clean, and kept on going until her back haunches vanished into the darkness.

Ten seconds later, she said: "Come on down! The Emblem is awesome!"

After a surprising amount of slips despite the ochre-red pathway and quite a lot of cursing, everyone was gathered around the ancient Mira Emblem.
Pink scratched her chin.
"Hmm." she muttered. "I can't analyze much about it, even though my technology is adjusted for magical things. Apparently, we're supposed to hop on it."
Frost sighed.
"You sound like you're giving us a video game tutorial." she inferred.
"I hate those things!" said Ignacio, his eyes trained on the large column decorated with delicate carving and a carved Zios mask on top.
Pink glared at both of them, then relented and started to hop on the emblem. With the energy of a motion oftentimes bundled with happiness, a slight stream of blue light flowed through the carvings on the emblem, but barely a spark.
"See?" she said.
One by one, the comrades trickled onto the emblem, hopping and hopping and bringing down the column little by little. By the time Frost joined them, the emblem was so crowded that it was like a piece of Jamaa Township.
The column clicked into the ditch, and the darkness in front of them seemed ominous and dangerous.
"This is way too easy." said Frost.
Little did she know that in the next few minutes, she would be proven wrong.

Ahead of them, Agate clucked with disappointment as he looked at his prisoner.
"I thought you, the legendary Rebel, the pet of Serena and Sandy, would put up more of a fight." he sighed.
He looked at a shape just like any other rebel phantom, but she was jet black, like any normal phantom - the perfect double agent.
"We found you in our ranks, partying in our clubs and learning of our plans. That explains why the Rebels got through the doors of our Bunny Burrow stronghold, understanding our guard schedule, and why our hoard of Dark Shells were busted into and purified, and why we were attacked in the Vortex when most of our forces were being deployed to Hyrestia recently.
"And you, spy, were disguised all the time, causing chaos within our ranks. Either we use you as a hostage for your hero friends, or use your blood to help revive Maximus Chronos in its evil form."
The breathing of the prisoner was hasty, yet as she spoke, her voice was full of confidence.
"I will die for my land willingly, and I will be willing to be casted into the deepest abyss, burned in the hottest fire, tortured in the coldest stronghold, and electrocuted tenfold, just to end your rule."
Agate laughed, but this cold laugh wasn't a laugh of joy, amusement, or even knowing, all things that Agate had laughed about before.
He was laughing about her bravery, simply impressed.
"All rebels are trained that way, my dear prisoner. But once I have had you raped once..."
Agate glared into the musty darkness.
"You will wish that I just swiftly killed you, in the depths of Poseidon's own shrine. The foolish whale god will weaken in the presence of more evil, and we can finally get past his annoying defenses."
Agate remembered vividly the many troopers he killed just trying to avoid one trap.
Suddenly, the column came down, and Agate saw his guests come in. His eye twisted curtly.
"Your friends have arrived now..."
He looked at the bloodied yet strong young phantom chained to a board in front of him.
"Raika."

Frost almost wanted to cry out and rescue the young rebel chained to the board, but refrained herself.
Pink seemed to be the same, holding back a potassium-water mixture of rage, sadness, melancholy, tiredness... and yet, hope and love.
"Hand over the Cheetah Spirit Stone... or the girl dies." snarled Agate.
Frost held up her paws, surprised.
"No dice." she said. "What are you talking about?"
Agate's face was surprised.
"I...I thought that Savior already gave you it. Our sentinels told us that Savior somehow took the Cheetah Spirit Stone, and is sending it through mainstream time channels with her attached. I thought she already got to you."
(Out of ideas for now, bye. D:) 

DAT IS SO CUTE. :3

OMG, DAT IS SO CUTE.

Credit to ShadowCharizard, old friend, this is a GREAT PICTURE! :0

That looks like Amelia. :0

Tales of the Jamaasian Heroes Quest No 02: Dark Shells

The dark shells have arrived in time for New Years eve...
Please comment what you would do

Retracing Sabre: Part 2

Savior was now in a dark cavern, with glowing crystals extending down from the dark ceiling like daggers of beauty. The musk of phantoms was pooled everywhere, and the thrum of power, like a heartbeat, was echoing through the cavern.
"The Hive." she muttered.
It was an auspicious cave, where Apophis carried out some operations, but Savior didn't know that it could be... that beautiful.
She was standing on a sigil with a maze of carved ditches underneath her. Four holes signified places where Alpha Stones would go, although they seemed empty of... flames.
Sabre and Greely were seriously conversing in front of her. Not convulsing, but deep in serious conversation.
"Brother Greely, I must do this!"
"No! This is too dangerous for a Corax to handle."
"Then why don't you say that to Shade?"
"Don't bring her up, scrapbrain!"
In no time, Sabre and Greely were scrabbling on each other, clawing at the other's hideous hides, and rolling faster and faster towards the chasm below.
"No!" cried Savior, but it was no use. She knew that she was invisible to prying eyes, and yet, she couldn't resist the urge to try to stop their demise, to prevent any injuries.
Somehow, as if silently heeding her call, Sabre and Greely stopped and backed away from the edge, still growling at each other and glaring as if they thought one of them were going to betray the other.
Savior could somehow finally exhale, yet she couldn't exhale in the next breath.
Elvis squeaked timidly in her fur.
Suddenly, a sucking sound came from the cavern floor, and a phantom appeared from fumes of smoke.
As quickly as it came to life, Sabre had slashed it to shards of time energy with his extended claws. The teeth of another being were strapped to his knivy claws, the spirit of another animal used to spill blood. The very thought disgusted Savior, but unfortunately, she was alone.
Greely studied the claws with his eyes, giving them the once-over, twice-over and thrice-over.
"Hmm. You Coraxese disgust me in many ways, but I can admit I can see the purpose in your claw extensions. The Warrior Clans of Jamaa use similar tactics, but sparingly."
Sabre grunted as he licked dust off of his claws.
"It's nothing. We need to gather the Alpha Stones, though, before the Phantoms do. They are a by-product of the Mira Feathers, the Super Emeralds of this world. Spirit Stones are made from the same substance, but for a different purpose, and although they give each animal their individual qualities, the Alpha Stones can power almost anything with a portion of the Mira Feathers' power. We do not know of any sigils that make use of the more potent power of the Feathers, though." sighed Sabre.
Greely seemed to analyze ways to quip as he made an amused sound, but the amusement was founded on a feeling of watching a circus monkey do tricks.
"Well, well. So the savage knows much."
Greely made a slow circle around Sabre, who just stared at him with yellow eyes, Greely acting as if he were cornering prey.
"And who is 'we', could you say?"
"'We' is me and myself. I'm sure, Brother Greely, that you could figure that out yourself. You strike me as... the lone wolf type."
Suddenly, a Phantom Pod in the chasm below twitched, making a sickly screeching sound, and both Greely and Sabre stopped their mental, physical and verbal exchange.
"We must go." said Greely. "I have a feeling that we have already given the Phantoms a head start, and I do not like that. They may play mind games with us, but this time, we've already played some with them."
But as the two hostile, powerful and lonesome males headed towards the stack of boomseeds and torch pile nearby, it was as if two alpha males of a pack, both who'd suffered much loss and didn't like giving up territory, were on a temporary truce to hunt down a troublesome Twoleg. It was a truce, but a temporary one. Once the truce's conditions were no longer applicable to the situation, then fur and blood would fly.
Savior didn't like that, and horror bubbled in her stomach, but she made herself, salvatore, to play follow the leader.

The cold stone was damp and mossy underneath Savior's paws, and she skidded on more than once occasion. If Keldeo or another goofy Hero had seen her, she'd have died of embarassment. Savior was proud, refined and seductive, but certainly not clumsy.
Her ego required delicate handling, of course.
Ahead, Sabre and Greely defeated phantoms, tore apart phantom pods (which Savior didn't like because they made weird noises and smelled like a thousand rotten farts condensed and mixed with phantom musk), and gathered the occasional Alpha Stone. Savior tried gathering gems from treasure chests and exploring, but a sort of rope tied her to the leading males.
Yet, the atmosphere was so electrified that Savior didn't want to touch either Sabre or Greely due to the fear of tensing them and breaking the delicate truce.
Then, after much breathing of foul air and being unable to sit down because of being yanked on her rump, Savior finally got back to the sigil with Sabre and Greely, and the Alpha Stones were placed.
Fiery energy flowed through the ditches to a door, and it opened.

Beyond the doorway, Greely and Sabre glared up at a giant eye in the darkness.
"Hello there, pawns." the voice growled. "You seem to have claimed the Alpha Stones before we did."
The hisses of phantoms filled the darkness, and more eyes opened up.
"But, that wasn't our purpose! We have a cracked Spirit Stone here, and with its power, we can power more machines and grow closer to our ambition of sinking Jamaa!"
Greely facepalmed.
"You seem... desperate, Apophis. What has gotten into my old friend?"
Savior stumbled back at the mention of "old friend". What other secrets did Greely hide?
Apophis cackled even more.
"My queen is currently checking on other strongholds as I speak, and this is a special Spirit Stone. You see, my minions scattered the Spirit Stones around Jamaa, remember?"
Greely grimly nodded.
"Well, back then, I was naive. I believed that simply hiding the power of Jamaa would be enough to sink it while the Alphas were temporarily detained, instead of exploiting their power. The Ram Spirit Stone was even destroyed as a result. But now, I have a very, very powerful one, almost as powerful as a Mira Feather."
Sabre shuddered as he saw the shiny black orb floating several hundred yards above them.
The Phantom King descended.
"I don't trust my generals to handle this precious beauty, not even DarkBreath or Agate. The Quantum Dial and other powerful things tempted me, but were all destroyed before I could lay my tentacles on them. The Rebels are powerful, yet they cannot place moles into my ranks, so they don't realize what is happening. I AM UNSTOPPABLE!"
Suddenly, Savior backed away onto a floe of rock away from the battle, and watched as the male shard of Apophis and the two alpha males fight.

First, the King floated towards them, and got ready to slam down to squish them. A purple circle appeared underneath him, and Sabre and Greely backed away quickly.
BAM!
Dust rose as the King grew dizzy and was helpless as Greely and Sabre lobbed boomseeds at him.
Not his smartest tactic.
But then, the King bellowed, and the phantoms watching above descended, swarming in a pattern that resembled "SOS" to attack.
SLASH!
Although the sounds were corny, they made the fight even more intimidating as Savior watched Greely hold up a spear with veins of energy flowing within it, piercing the swarm and returning time fabric to the continuum, stabilizing the world.
Next, frustrated, the King charged forward, a large purple and white aura around him. Simply, Sabre held up claws, and the King vanished.
Panting came from the darkness, and the black orb clattered to the ground, unharmed.
"This wasn't my full power..." huffed the King. "This was a ploy to draw you away from Bunny Burrow.... I will gain full power!"
With that, he vanished in fumes of purple and black fumes.

Sabre lobbed the black orb at Savior.
"This is the Cheetah Spirit Stone, charged with power from a Mira Feather somehow. I don't want it, and Greely doesn't either. I just told him that I'd find someone to keep it for now."
Savior looked in it's depths, but only saw a core of grey crystal inside it.
"I think your friend Frost would like to have it."

Discovering the Deer Spirit Stone

"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"ARE WE THERE YET?!"
"No."
"PLEASE MIRA PLEASE ZIOS PLEASE WHATEVER!!!"
"No!"
"WAAAH!"
"SHUT...UP!"
This was one of many interesting exchanges the crabby Sir Gilbert and Peck had while exploring the Forgotten Valley as the mist lapped at their fur and the brisk breeze blew through the vast valley. Although Sir Gilbert wished he could bring Parlan (he needed some in-field engagement) and Zion (that young boy needed something else to think about besides Frost), Liza insisted that it was best he looked with one more Alpha that was on standby for the Deer Spirit Stone.
Unfortunately, either it was to pick Peck or both Ruby and Edmund. (Those two had been making out for no reason for the past several months, and Sir Gilbert no longer tolerated that) At least he didn't have a choice of Greely or Edmuby. That would've been a nightmare.
Around them, the insectly hisses of phantoms sent shivers down Sir Gilbert's spine as they lurked in the shadows. The shivers must've been working overtime; as he was subjected to much shivering as he wished he'd brought more than his cloak and some gauntlets.
"We're almost there!" cried Peck. This time, Sir Gilbert didn't believe what she said, since she'd say "We're almost there!" and then let Sir Gilbert sprint forward... and either fall into the river or headbutt a rock, and the cataclysmic laughing of Peck would pounce. It was repetitive and annoying.
CRASH!
Sir Gilbert accidentially squashed himself against a large boulder.
Growling in frustration, he tried to seal his ears with imaginary (or real, if he really needed to) wax, but the laughter of Peck still came through his improvised seal.
"AAAGH! PEEEECK!" he cried.
Peck started to laugh so hard that it came out in short, seperated bursts.
In a flash, Sir Gilbert, the Warrior Alpha, pinned Peck down and held his claws over her neck.
"I know that Samantha and her friends are waiting for you at Tunnel Town, but if you do that ONE MORE TIME, then I'll simply go 'Off with your head!' I don't care if your friends grieve or if Liza exiles me, I'LL DO IT!" he growled.
Peck's eyes averted from his to the boulder.
"I'm sorry, Sir Gilbert, that you didn't heed my warning. The mist here is very thick due to the magic underneath the rock."
Peck pointed at the rock, which Sir Gilbert now noted. He let Peck go in surprise.
Purple cracks spread across it's face, with one in there that fit a boomseed. Hollow cracks were on the ground around it, and mirages of an animal not clear trotted out of the cracks, then vanished.
"We've found it." sighed Sir Gilbert.

As soon as Sir Gilbert stopped speaking, Peck lobbed a boomseed at the boulder with all her might!
Sir Gilbert and Peck spent a minute coughing as the noxious fumes of the extremely powerful yet smelly boomseed.
"Special *cough* recipe *huck* that requires a phantom skin and a special mixture of milk and *cough* mushroom, alongside the pulp of a boomseed alongside the other ingredients." explained Peck.
Sir Gilbert was relieved he wasn't Peck or Cosmo, because nature and the recipes for useful things like boomseeds were too complex for his taste. He yawned and glanced at the opening underneath the boulder...
....and pushed Peck in.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh......." cried Peck as she tumbled into the depths of the cavern.
Sir Gilbert didn't hear her hit the ground, and panicked instantly. Although he DID threaten Peck with death, he was noble enough to not actually mean it! Had something bad happened there?
He gazed down into the crevasse, and saw Peck lying limp on a pile of shed fur (luckily, it wasn't too new or old, and it was the color of snow with no blemishes) with blood trickling from her mouth.
"PECK!" cried Sir Gilbert. He wanted to dive down into the pit and douse her blood, but if the fall got someone as nimble as Peck, then he wouldn't dare go down without the help of Graham (inventions) or Amelia (immense agility and smartness).
But that might take too long.
Just when Sir Gilbert was almost ready to see if he could call on some super powers in a Shaman avatar, Peck wiped the blood off of her face and started to chortle - then chuckle - then laugh - then hyrestically laugh. (No, Hyrestia doesn't make your hyrestical, its kind of a weird connection)
"Oldest trick in the book." sighed Peck. She held up a bottle of tomato sauce in her paw.
Sir Gilbert's face went from shocked to pondering to anger to infuriation.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
Sir Gilbert jumped into the pit, and started to wrestle Peck, both of them laughing hyrestically.

After some horseplay, Sir Gilbert caught the scent of phantoms... yet, the scent of fresh, humid soil and nature. The musk of phantom almost overpowered it, but it was still there.
"Peck, we need to progress. I sense danger." said Sir Gilbert. Whenever a phantom was around, especially a more natural area, he sensed danger.
Peck nodded grimly, despite all her recent pranks. For some reason, she could be serious in rare cases.
They walked through the tunnel leading out of the musky room. Roots and soil were around them, and the chirps of mice and moles resonated through the earth.
They went through muskier rooms, some almost the same as the cavern they entered in (with different pigments of deer down and no hole), some developed (with pipes that seemed to once connect to the sewer Phantom base, although the Alphas seemed to not want to either explore the sinkhole where it was or the Vortex base)and some just random (seriously, radioactive donuts?)
Finally, they came to the room where most of the musk was pooled. There was nothing in the dirt room...
...except for some phantoms armed with swords in a circle around a brown orb with a vibe of the souls of deer. Faint images of prancing deer escaped from it, but dissolved easily in the tainted air.
Before the phantoms saw them, Sir Gilbert and Peck leapt on the circle, and with some well-placed slashes, destroyed them.
Grasping the Deer Spirit Stone, Peck smiled.
"Too easy."
As if her words triggered something, deep cackling filled the caverns.
"IT IS TOO EASY." cackled the voice. "THIS WAS AN EASY VICTORY, PAWNS OF JAMAA. BUT FEAR ME ONCE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE POWER OF THE PAST..."
A fwoosh went through the cavern, and it swept the Alphas off of their feet, despite Sir Gilbert's weight and Peck's sticky paint that she could squirt at will.
"APOPHIS."

What Item is This?

What item is this?
(Item found in Kinyonga's den, unidentified)

Jump: Izzy's Adventure

Izzy sighed as she reclined in her hammock, gazing at the moonlit sky.
If only she could reach the beautiful, harmonious moon...
BOING!
Her cell phone beeped, and she picked up off the ground.
She looked at her IMs, and saw an advertisement IMed to her.
It said:
Hey there Jammers!
Discover the wonders of the moon tomorrow at noon! 
Come to the Coral Canyons bridge, where we'll be hosting a great adventure!
Kangaroos only!
Izzy read it over several times, bewildered by the strange advertisement. Included with the IM was a picture of a smiling kangaroo, jumping on a cloud with a joey pet on his shoulder.
"How cheesy," she said aloud. "and yet intriguing."
She set down her cell phone, and leaned back in her hammock, underneath her looming treehouse's branches. After some gazing at the moon apathetically, with no animosity towards it, Izzy fell asleep.

At noon the next day, Izzy and a crowd of other intrigued kangaroos (their cell phones beeping time and time again as they were continuously bombarded with news and countdown updates) were gathered on the Coral Canyons bridge, yet they were not hopping to break it at all.
The eagles below them huffed with relief.
Soon, they saw a kangaroo come out of the nearby Jump Headquarters, made out of wood and recently built (not the kangaroo, the HQ). He had a mustache, a brown complexion, and a yellow top hat.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS! I PRESENT YOU WITH..."
He pointed at gravity-resistant stones rising out of the earth, along with springs, gems and artificial phantoms. The crowd went "ooooh".
"THE JUMP OBSTACLE COURSE!"
Much clapping came from the crowd.
"Jump to the moon to discover its great beauty, by jumping off each platform and avoiding obstacles while winning HUNDREDS OF GEMS! Your gem pouch and other normal Jamming items will be kept in SECURE SAFES, and all gems earned can be transferred to your balance!"
More oohs.
"LEADERBOARDS so that you can see your buddy's high scores, and to compete against their score!"
A board resembling the Jamaa Township board rose from the ground, and almost everyone gasped. Everyone but Izzy, who was looking at the moon with desire.
"All safety guaranteed, and if you DO GET HURT, we pay for ALL MEDICAL EXPENSES!"
Lots of oohs.
"JUST 1,999 GEMS FOR A LIFELONG PASS TO OUR JUMP OBSTACLE COURSES!"
Izzy stayed behind, knowing of the mob about to sweep unto Jump, and watched as more and more kangaroos were propelled upwards, and some fell down (but were immediately cushioned by cotton spread over the ground.)
Suddenly, she looked up at the sky, and although the sun's rays blocked the view of the moon, Izzy imagined that the moon was beckoning to her in the heavens, calling for her to fulfill her dreams.
Noticing Izzy was the only straggler, the Jump HQ salesman hopped over to Izzy and tugged her army.
"Ma'am, this is a wonderful adventure for the docile and the brave! Nobody is overzealous when playing Jump! Now, come one, are you playing or not?"
Izzy winked at the moon, dug out some dough from her leather gem pouch, and hopped over to the platforms.

Greely's Sacrifice

Mia and Salsa glared at Greely, who guiltily looked down at his paws.
"Long ago, eroes of Jamaa, Sabre was in the position I am in right now. His heart turned to darkness, and this volcano - a haven for his fruitless search for Marco - was taken over by Apophis and nearly used to destroy all of Jamaa. Yet again, history is about to repeat itself - but I can change one thing. You get out alive." growled Greely, his eyes full of darkness - yet also full of grief and sadness.
The expression on Mia's face softened, although Salsa's face was still stiff and accusing. With a good-purposed elbow to the ribs, though, Salsa did the same.
"I was foolish to fall to the darkness... Yet, I have broken free! I will use my dying breath to save you!"
Salsa muttered something like "you've already died and been back" under her breath, but Mia was there to elbow her.
"Greely, no!"
But his paw was already enveloped with navy blue mist.
"This spell will consume most of my mana,I am vulnerable for the time being. Please... distract the Phantom King. Enter my chamber. Now, go!"
Mia already knew what spell Greely had in mind; for she read about it in most adventure books. In fact, with Frost's new Icirrus powers, it probably would be very easy for her. But for an Alpha who wasn't Harper, the Alpha gifted with ice powers...
She didn't think about it as the runoff of sewage tapered off, and the doorway to hell was looming a fox-length away from her.

Before that, Mia and Salsa had been called to the base of the volcano just a few hours after recapturing the Tower.
Cosmo appeared in a flurry of holographic leaves.
"Hello there, Salsa and Mia." he said.
Indiana appeared next to him in a similar flurry of leaves, except fainter.
"Indiana, my apprentice, will be here with me as we continue our mission to make sure the plants here are safely guarded. We've been putting wards around every single plant for hours now, tirelessly working. However, we need you two to go into the volcano, and stop the eruption before it destroys all of Jamaa." said Cosmo.
Mia nodded diplomatically while Salsa was looking up at the gunk spraying out of the volcano. Although a steady purple fire was coming out of the volcano and gunk coming out, it was soon to become a pillar of fire touching the skies and consuming the entirety of Jamaa in a conflagration of destruction... and then Apophis would sink it and use the power of Mira Feathers, Alpha Stones, the Elemental Feather proposed to be inside Frost (of course, once Apophis killed her), and blahblahblah. Seriously, how did Apophis make so many master plans for his own darkness?!
Unless Mia stopped him in his ugly tracks, of course, and sent him away to do the jitterbug.
Of course, that last part was kind of silly, but still.
"Mission accepted, Father Cosmo." she said.
Salsa, with her 10-karat gold "janglery" and various piercings was out of place in that dire situation, but any help was accepted help.
Cosmo smiled, as if Mia were about to reconnoiter information that was either going to kill her or change her forever.
"We usually don't accept meddlers in Alpha inner politics and matters, but since Zios himself issued a prophecy that you heroes would eventually save Jamaa, we let you 'help' out." said Cosmo. "And yet, I can't tell you all that's troubling about what happened to Greely..."
Mia facepalmed, and if she had a desk, would've face-desked.
"Really, the Jamaasian Heroes are teenagers up to young adults. We can handle this." she said. Her peppermint scarf, woven from fine cotton, red legend glove and poinsettia earrings jangled in the brisk breeze.
"Confidential information, on Liza's orders. I'll just tell you, though, that if I tell you what I can't tell you..."
Cosmo shuddered.
"Well, then, its like telling some normal Jammer about the Jamaasian Heroes cult. If we tell anybody, they'll not believe me at all, and your missions will be jeopardized anyway."
Mia sighed.
"Just let us go up the mountain."
Cosmo smiled faintly.
"Indiana and I couldn't bring Dakota or Orlando or anybody else, considering the danger in the situation, but we trust you. Graham is up the slope; rendezvous with him and gain further instruction."

After that, Mia reminisced that they went up the mountainside, slashing phantoms to bits and using potent Boomseeds... until the Phantoms started to fall.
"Y'know, Salsa, this is the same volcano Marco diluted! It's been used for evil many times!" Mia had said after dodging a large, groaning phantom that immediately exploded.
"Then why do they keep it in Jamaa?" Salsa had replied as she chucked a boomseed at an unsuspecting phantom absorbing lava. It exploded, shrieking "NOOOOOO! MY MORNING COFFEE!"
"Tango could do that, using her earth powers, but since all this evil builded up in the Duat essence of the volcano, the effort would kill her. And none of the Alphas, not even crafty Amelia, has power over earth like Tango does. They can't risk their lives and sanity trying to rescue a deceased Alpha."
Salsa sighed as they jumped over a crevasse of lava, probably seeing how Mia felt every day.
"Oh well. Forget I asked."
They silently worked in unison, dodging falling phantoms and destroying all sentries, until they got to a boulder. Salsa tossed a Boomseed at it, and the usual happened, but this time Graham appeared from the fumes.
...Well, not born, but certainly not from the cave.
"Hey there, peeps, I was up here, as Liza asked of me, to receive you and give further direction, while exploring the volcano, blah blah blah. Proceed with caution, always keep your boomseeds stocked, blah blah blah. Here; have this cog, peeps, I set up Spotbrights, my new invention, in there to supply light for exploring - but apparently they're even more useful these days. The Phantom took most of the cogs out of the corresponding Spotbrights, but a good death blow should get those back. Bai."
Saying all that information and unsolicited advice in about, say, five breaths, Graham disappeared in a blue blur of holographic gears and monkey wrenches.

While inside the puzzling volcano, Mia dodged Phantom Watchers (dun dun dun insta-kill) and shut them off while Salsa cast a careful spell to summon the Orange Alpha Stones to the emblem, put reclaimed cogs into Spotbrights and rotated them and mirrors to solve puzzles, made phantoms go KA-BOOM (some screamed Taco-elemental spells that either made boomseeds into walking tacos or made themselves into tacos that Mia promptly ate), and plugged pipes that allowed access to secret passageways.
They went around the rim of the volcano, where Salsa spit into the volcano as soon as the sentries were clawed to pieces and the initial wave of phantoms dodged. However, there was an enchantment cast over the lava, because the spit spread out into invisible veins above the lava, and sizzled on the hot rock.
"Well, so much for th-"
Salsa averted her gaze to whatever Mia was gaping at, and gaped.
"Tacos, is that bad."
They saw the usual hubbub of Jamaa Township below, the normal citizens going about their normal trading, talking and idly standing business, while oblivious to the looming threat to Jamaa above them. They instantly both envied and pitied the normal Jammers below, proudly waving flags of Jamaa.
"We need to stop this thing!" said Salsa, but Mia had already vanished into the second part of the volcano.
After that, they destroyed Sprouters, clogged more pipes, solved more puzzles, blah blah blah... then they came to a part where an indestructible boulder sat aptly where the entrance to another part of the cavern should've been.
"Dangit!" cried Salsa.
At first they wandered around aimlessly, as bored as the patches of gunk on the lava probably were, until they found the passageway they clogged but couldn't locate.
"Oh, finally." sighed Salsa.
After that short delay, they kept on demolishing Pods, Sprouters and other monstrosities in their way, even nimbly leaping over the lava-filled cracked boulders floating aptly in the lava. Just before they reached the cavern where Greely awaited them, they found a path leading deeper into the cave.
"Curious..." muttered Salsa.
So they followed it.
It went on for a while, until they reached the mouth of a cave. They went in, and...
"Wow." said Salsa.
They were in a musty room, where Greely probably slept when he was away from the Alpha Hut. The soft drip of lava outside was like a lullaby, lulling anybody piled on top of his... pile of rags to sleep. His wardrobe, complicated blackboard and library where a phantom corpse and a few other oddities were displayed were shoved to the side of the natural alcove.
"We're trespassing, Salsa." muttered Mia after a minute of true, sheer amazement at how much love went into this flat, so much that it was palpable.
They proceeded back... and walked towards Greely, where the moment where they glared at him accusingly pounced.

Now, Mia was inside the cavern, where a floe of rock floated in the middle of lava.
Apophis was curled around a large spire of rock connected to the lava and ceiling, his misty body covered with apparent gashes, and the hieroglyphics Is'Fet scrawled on his chest. His tongue flicked in and out monotonously, and his deep, yellow eyes were overflowing with darkness.
"You." said Mia.
The laugh of Apophis was like his voicebox was made of chalkboard, with sharpened knives scrabbling in annoying ways inside, yet mixed with a nefarious, low and deep cackle.
"My dear Mia." he growled. "I have many, many servants being made constantly, made by bad thoughts and nature's power. Both potent fuel I embrace and grasp. I have countless roboticization machines I could easily throw you two in. Why would you consider trying to defeat the embodiment of Chaos, the most powerful element of them all?"
"For Jamaa!" Mia and Salsa shouted, and ran towards Apophis, his rattle-spike rattling.
"Oh, so no Frost-style quip? How disappointing." Apophis purred.
And all Zios broke out.

Let's just try to leave it at that the spells cast were... weird.
To start off with, there was an appetizer of superhero pandas, poisoned rings, lettuce heads, normal elemental spells, and bean burritos.
Then - oh boy! - the entree of flying computers and grumpy balls hit both sides hard and steady,
And for dessert - my favorite! - runaway wombats and rubber rats.
Despite his remark that Mia didn't quip at all, Apophis receded into the lava without a single word.
"HA! Taste of your own medicine!" shouted Salsa.
Suddenly, debris started to fall from the ceiling, and they were teleported in front of Greely.
"Go! It may be too late to save Jamaa... but I can try. Escape the volcano!" he commanded. "Just listen to me... please."
"Bu..." stammered Salsa, but Mia elbowed her.
"No..."
Not about to disobey an Alpha, whether dark or not, Salsa and Mia ran to their left where a fallen pipe provided a bridge to get to an exit, falling phantoms around them screaming "BLOOD! HOT CHOCOLATE! BLOOD! TEDDY BEARS!"
Just as they broke for it outside, the mountain exploded in a pillar of flame. Lava started to be blasted towards the residential areas of Jamaa... then it all froze into shards, and fell back down into the funnel.
A sickening crash of shattering ice followed the cataclysmic event... and then, all was silent.
"Greely... No..." muttered Mia. "You.. couldn't."
"EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO QUICKLY THAT I WANT TO SING THE TACO SONG!" cried a recorded voice.
Salsa jumped.
"Who's there?"
Graham, Cosmo and Liza appeared suddenly, a generic monkey bobblehead with a caricature head and weird Egyptian pose on Graham's palm.
Pressing a button, Graham made it say:
"EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO QUICKLY THAT I WANT TO SING THE TACO SONG!!! NANNANA!" it said.
"Cheap, tacky and AWESOMELY EPICLY WEIRD!!!" shouted Salsa.
Cosmo put a damp cloth on Mia's head and Salsa's head, his face furrowed with stress and concern. Unfortunately, mostly stress.
Mia collapsed, out cold from exhaustion.
"Greely was a true hero..." muttered Cosmo. "If only he were here to receive our praise..."
"He sure did save Jamaa..." murmured Liza. "I would give him a Mira Peace Prize and a lot more recognition, if he were here..."
"He was brave, and valiantly saved Jamaa." sighed Graham. "He was today's salvatore..."
"HEY! STOP TALKING ABOUT GRUMPYPANTS IN THE PAST TENSE!" shouted a familiar voice.
"Peck!" said the Alphas in unison.
Peck came out of the trees, looking slightly older since she probably needed to get back to Tunnel Town to run it, yet she seemed as sly as usual.
"I know that he endured a lot of sticky situations, but this time he probably couldn't have gotten out, yadda yadda, but let's be PEPPY!" said Peck.
Everyone stared at her in stunned silence as she spread her arms and smiled.
"Well... what?"
They laughed at her antics, and in moments, she was laughing too, in a dark moment too many.

Milestone News

Two days ago, on December 20th, was the 1st anniversary of my first ORIGINAL story that is currently canon: Amelia's Vow. (The other ones in Mayans and Jamaasians were either Animal Jam's or Snowyclaw's.) Although the site's official anniversary is (in general) the month of March, I want to celebrate the start of my critically acclaimed story series. Although there are significant plot holes I'm constantly filling in (and opening for no reason >.<), since we've had over 400 posts, we have the largest archive of AJ-related stories on the World Wide Web.
That brings us to our next point..
Including private drafts, we've hit the 400 milestone. If you include this post, we have 402 posts in all. Wow!
Although I will admit the first blog quest is a bit self-centered, I'm really desperate for a headdress. I'll see if I can think up a better quest soon.

Bonus content!
In 2014, expect...
Hyrestia Tales to conclude
A mini-series to start up
Fractured Future to start up (and conclude)
And a secret project I'm working on that probably won't come true for 10 years or so...

Yum!

Hey Jammers,

Just returned from shopping with my Mum (Mom) and we bought these little snowmen shortbread cookies and two of their heads came off and I ate them, and well, their people. Meaning, im snowabull! Lol, sorry im alone and bored... I finished the first part of the Great Project so see it on Christmas Day and enjoy!

Thinner Legion: Delta

Tails-Ko saw a large base loom out of nowhere.
She couldn't make out details out of the haze, but it seemed grim, ugly, grimmer, uglier, etc.
That seemed like the place to go.
Dipping down in her flight, she saw the Asteroid, Quake and Eagle wisps hanging around, without a coherent purpose.
Pearl was also there, trying to juice the info from them.
"Oh, hi Pearl. Where's Dawson?" asked Tails-Ko.
"He's at school." replied Pearl. "Say, have you seen Sis and Onyx anywhere?"
Tails-Ko facepalmed at how dense boys could be. Sheesh!
"Pearl, jeez! Isn't it obvious that their vanishing and this ugly building are linked? And you're just floating here talking to Lost Hex wisps?!“
Pearl glared at her.
"Tails-Ko, of COURSE I know that! I'm just trying to confirm if my suspicions are incorrect!"
"Save your excuses. Boys."
Pearl sighed with exasperation.
"Being rich, I can see why you are as dense as I presumably am."
Tails-Ko blushed with annoyance, but dipped beyond Pearl to investigate the building.

After the fox vanished, the Asteroid wisp spouted something.
”&&……￥￥……%￥￥￥" it warbled.
Yip translated.
"Chao chao chao, CHao Kao CHaos chaos chaos." it said.
Not very helpful, but Pearl knew the tongue of Chao. ...Not that he ate them, but he knew how to translate their language.
"So... some legionnaires named Omega-Gamma and Theta, you say, took Jade and Onyx to the building. They squirted thinner at the strugglers and said something about Dark Mira... Ah. It makes sense now."
Pearl sighed.
"Well... Quake Wisp, let's get moving. Eagle and Asteroid, stay on standby. Yip will adapt your powers." said Pearl.

Retracing Sabre: Part 1

Savior landed in Crystal Sands, near Sir Gilbert's cave. It would've been cool, except he wasn't there. Instead, she viewed squealing kits play in the water, older Jamaasians sip pina coladas on the beach while tanning themselves, and the occasional sea Jamaasian poking their head out of the water.
A serene day in a time of crisis.
She looked around for any clues, and saw a panther dressed in Coraxese prince clothing wade through the water and vanish into Coral Pathways.
"Sabre!" cried Savior.
She bolted after him.

Savior followed Sabre through Coral Pathways, ignoring the dust clouds clouding her face. He walked ever so slowly through Jamaa, yet she couldn't catch up.
"Sabre! SABRE!" she cried.
Sabre turned around at last, but his expression was stern and serious.
"Savior, my dear. My name is Sabre, but it has little meaning anymore. My native land has been lost, and now foreigners fight over it. Firetail and Cithara never let up, destroying my precious homeland. My name has been erased from history, and it is hard for me to rejoin Marco." he growled. Black bags were under his eyes, and some fur clumps were missing. Overall, he had a great melancholy to him.
"Sabre! Just follow me to to Marco, I promise I'll get you to him!" cried Savior.
The eyes of Sabre darkened.
"No... Not until I show you my long journey through Jamaa..."
Savior blacked out.

Savior awoke in a forest glen, flanked by trees. Elvis whimpered in her fur, as if something were wrong.
In front of her, Sabre glared at her, as if she were going slowly despite her recent arrival.
"You will see soon, salvatore. The spettacolo you worship... The miracolo she is..."
Sabre was cut off by a sudden wave of bright light, and now they were in the clearing of Cosmo's home. Crops grew in fields around them, spectators of the sun's daily cycle. A well filled to the brim with water was in the middle of the yard, a water pail on its edge. A pipe spewing frigid, vile sewage into the river embracing Cosmo's home was placed there, but Cosmo seemed to embrace that irremovable pipe's (unless he could conjure a cork, which were hard to make) presence by wrapping it with vines of honeysuckle. Trees full of fauna and flora were sparsely populating the perimeter, bees buzzing around them.
And last but not least...
"Cosmo!" cried Savior. Elvis squeaked with glee at the sight of the nature Alpha.
Apparently, Cosmo was oblivious to their presence, despite his godly might, because he just smiled and looked at Sabre.
"I'm sorry, Sabre, but Marco is currently planning out a new trade route for Jamaasian ships to reach Ook-"
As Cosmo spoke, Sabre glared at Savior, then cut him off. (No, Sabre didn't slice and dice Cosmo. And Savior isn't a he, much less attached to anything! Sigh.)
"Ook... The prison I was trapped in for so long.."
Cosmo seemed to not noticed most of Sabre's actions, because he smiled gently and sighed with pity.
"Well, there is something you could do for me, Sabre. I sent some scouts out to make sure the koalas living around me are safe, and they haven't returned yet! Could you please look for them? But I need you to run an errand for me first." he said.
Sabre grimly nodded, ignoring Savior bathing Elvis in the well. Apparently, he'd contracted the "ignorsalvatitis" that Cosmo was carrying
"Fine. I haven't gotten many adventures to do after I was captured by monkeys-"
Cosmo shifted uncomfortably, since Ook monkeys were out of Graham's, his friend, domain.
"-and since, I've been on a continuous quest - to find Marco."
Cosmo sighed.
"As I said, Marco is away. We'll reunite him with you ASAP."
Sabre ignored Cosmo.
"Well, Cosmo, what is this errand you need me to run?" he hoarsely rasped.
Cosmo waved a paw, and vanished, then reappeared near a big boulder with phantom energy streaming through its crevices. He set down a clay bowl on a stump, then started to stir it with a fat root.
"I need you to get me some strawberries, radishes, corn and carrots, along with nectar, chomper seeds and honey, Sabre. This is a recipe for altering the DNA of any tree to make it a Boomseed tree (after all, its a mutation of any species of tree that cannot otherwise live), but I need you to get the ingredients because I can't stop stirring - otherwise I just destroy the tree with my concoction. What for, I'll tell you later."
Sabre grunted, then started to walk around to get the ingredients from the gardens and Cosmo's home. Savior thought that Ledra could make the Boomseed recipe much, much easier, then remembered that Ledra was somewhere in the Duat, recovering from her not-so-long slumber.
After Sabre was done getting everything to Cosmo and sprinkling them in (after quite a few shattered nectar vials, honeybee stings and ingredients dropped in the river), Cosmo dipped the bowl's contents (now in the sickly purple shade) into the ground around the tree next to him. At first, smoke rose from the ground and the soil dissolved as if it were in acid, then boomseeds popped onto the branches of the tree. The smoke and dissolving matter ceased.
Other than that, nothing major had happened.
Cosmo smiled, and cracked a knuckle. The bowl cleaned itself, and sat aptly on the stump.
"Well, there are a copious amount of boomseed trees I've already made around my home, but I do need these explosive seeds for protection from phantoms, once my energy is spent and no Chompers are in sight."
He took a Boomseed off of the tree. Immediately it split into three, and hid in the Duat - except for one.
"These are genetically engineered and enchanted to respond to your will for basic things. For example, as demonstrated here, they are magical enough to be convenient."
Cosmo placed the shuddering seed into a specially placed alcove on the front of the boulder. It jittered even more after being released from a paw, and started to exhume green-yet-minty gas.
Then...
BOOM!
The short-lived prickly seed exploded, and both it and the boulder ceased to exist except for some stinky scraps of the boomseed flesh.
Cosmo picked a scrap up... and ate it.
"Five-second rule." he said.
Savior grimaced, although Sabre's face was nonchalant, poker, and oddly serene.
"You see, these are good for making things go BOOM, as their name proudly says. They have no noxious gases, but they are very harmful to the enemy. They can't hurt most organic material, though.
Cosmo waved a paw, and a sickly machine with tubes poking into the ground, sucking out natural energy from the earth appeared in a puff of smoke. Even larger cylindrical  funnels poked out of the ground, and poisoned grass surrounded it. A Phantom body was squirted out of a funnel (ew), and floated above the ground... then yelped as it saw Sabre and went for him in a helicopter pose.
FWWWWWWMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,..pff!
The sickening sound of time material being blown to smithereens floated in the air as Sabre's claw glistened with dark energies fresh from the phantom. Savior finally exhaled when the phantom was destroyed, but she could feel the energy the machine was taking out of the ground being condensed and used to produce.. another phantom.
Before this one could react, though, Cosmo chucked one of his Boomseeds down the funnel of the machine, and both creator and creation went PFF as it exploded.
"That, Sabre, is a Phantom Sprouter. They are the Number One way Apophis spreads phantoms across Jamaa, especially to easily make sentries of his claimed Jamaasian soil." said Cosmo.
Savior exhaled again as she felt the energies taken flowing into her. Maybe something good would come out of Sprouters - as long as every one of them was destroyed.
Sabre and Cosmo finally glanced at the pathway exposed by the Boomseed explosion. Tall weeds covered the pathway beyond, and phantom noises played, as if generated by some hi-quality speakers.
"I'll restore the boulder ASAP, but not until you, Sabre, find my scouts and foil the plans of the phantoms." said Cosmo.
Sabre waded into the weeds, and Savior followed.

The Adventures that are planned to be adapted in this series:
Meet Cosmo
The Hive
The Phantom Portal
 Return of the Phantoms
Greely's Inferno
The Adventures that are going to be in independent stories:
The Great Escape
Greely's Inferno

Tales of the Jamaasian Heroes Quest 01*

ATTENTION ALL FANS OF TALES OF THE JAMAASIAN HEROES!!!
As of late, headdresses are becoming very popular in Jamaa.
This is good and bad for the rare collecting stock market.
For one thing, demand for headdresses is escalating, so now their prices have skyrocketed, while other humble rares are becoming cheaper and cheaper.
But now, Frost is concerned with this.
Why?
Because she traded away her two headdresses!!!
Now, she is willing to count on her loyal friends to obtain another one. If you think she's greedy, just don't say it and keep it to yourself.
Objective:
Amass enough items to get a headdress
OR
Have somebody trade Frost a headdress!
Requirements:
1. Find any unwanted RARES to trade to roxy30000
2. Either Jam-a-Gram her about a good trade (you can decide what for as long as I don't want to keep it) or send the item to her (highly discouraged)
OR
1. Scour Jamaa for somebody willing to negotiate with aforementioned username. The trade must be done privately, with a pinky promise not to scam, with the possibility that you will get an undertrade, and having to accept most any offered trades. They must have a NON-PURPLE headdress to trade.
2. Have them send me a Jam-A-Gram (unless they are NM; then message for them and comment their username on my blog), and hope for the best.

* This mission is optional, and should be treated as so.
Well, have fun!

Tips for Avid Spirit Jammers

Just some random tips anyone can use for their AJS experience.

Blessings to your Spirit Jammer career, new Spirit Jammers. Here are some tips from my Spirit Jamming days...
1. Be considerate. If you get this job, you probably already have this, but its very important. Before I quit, I got crabby at people and argued a lot. That leads us to...
2. Try to respect other opinions. If somebody goes like "HA HA SUCKAH U ARE SO F***ING RETARDED AND YOUR MAMA IS FAT!" or something else stupid, DON'T REPLY TO THEM! I've actually been the insulter before, and all the insulter wants is the insultee to reprimand them and make fools of themselves. Most stupid people usually want attention. Also, if somebody disagrees, embrace that and say something like: "Well, I don't think that way, but I can see why you think that."
3. Think before you type. Seriously, I got into too much drama just ranting on and on about people being stupid. Many Jamaasians have already been through AT LEAST one scandal, so please don't horrendously give them more trouble.
4. Be sure to say "Congrats", joke around, and make friends. I was semi-popular because I always made jokes and made people feel better (I hope), and Mia was (and still is) popular because she's considerate, nice, and very, very wise. We were (and are) great friends, just from uniting to keep AJS a fun blog.
5. Get used to being stressed and having to stay online for at least 30 minutes a day. I quit partially because of that, so if you can't handle it, then don't join.
6. Don't be scared to make your own comments. Sure, much of a Spirit Jammer's career is spent replying to other people's comments, but just because a bajillion other comments are out there without replies doesn't mean your job is over! You can do it anywhere from making useful advertising, having fun with others, making notes,.. and most important of all..
BE OFFICIAL!
What I mean by that is don't be afraid to be diplomatic and strict. Yes, its part of the job.
I.E.:
Blablahblah is threatening to hack AJ and make statues of him/herself everywhere and make everyone work for him/her every time they log on to achieve certain monotonous tasks. (Yes, this actually happened. Not the enslavery, but the threat.)
You ignore them at first, but then the situtation gets severe as Blablahblah is bullying people, getting in arguments and screaming at others. (Yes, this also happened.)
What you need to do is to not directly reply to Blablahblah, but actually either contact Snowyclaw or another Spirit Jammer to handle things with you, and then post a comment like this:
"Blablahblah, you have to stop your current activity, because it is enroaching on the pleasure of other Spirit Fans, and all these comments are SPAM: Stupid Pointless Annoying Messages. Although yes, you could keep on posting, I can't stop you. I've already gotten others involved, and if you continue this activity, I will give you more warnings if you continue.
This is your first warning."
So, got it? Don't be afraid of diplomacy!
6. There are spambots on AJS frequently. Got it? Don't make a big deal; although its good to make jokes about what they say.
7. Once a Spirit Jammer, always a Spirit Jammer. If you need further help with Spirit Jamming, or need tips on becoming one, contact me on my blog @ jamaasloreclub.blogspot.com by going on my Ask Page!
~Amy Jiao