The enemy headed South. Doodle-Guy followed to the Real-race Lair. He glared at the control panel, thinking what they must do. He heard the sound of footsteps, and his behind Real-race's desk. The footsteps echoed into the room. The owner of the footsteps sensed a smell in the air.
"DOODLE-GUY!!" Said the fat realistic art of... Rreal-race,
"COME OUT, SQUIRT!"
Silence filled the room, and all Real-race could hear was the echoing of his fat mouth. He showed off his reflexes by catching a fly, and squishing it.
Doodle-Guy jumped over the desk, and kicked Real-race in the fat mouth, and watched the spittle come out as the fast loaf fell to the ground.
"HA!" He yelled with excitement.
Real-race jumped onto his feet, grabbed a chair, and swung it around Doodle-Guy's head. The chair broke in half, and some would splintered Doodle-Guy.
"Yowie!" cried Doodle-Guy, running round like a maniac.
Real-race grabbed Doodle-Guy, and locked him in the cellar...

...1000 years later...

"C'mon Derrick! You're gonna be late for school, and the teacher is NOT very happy about the nail you pout on her chair yesterday!" cried Derrick's mother,
"Okay, message received! I've heard the last 1000 reminders! Sheesh!" Derrick answered back.
Derrick hopped onto the bus. He ran to his seat, and was tripped by George, the school bully.
"Oh, hey, Derrick the LAMO!" yelled out George,
"Ouch! Hey, give me back those glasses!" cried Derrick,
"What? So you can SEE? Well I'm not exactly with the idea of you being able to see things, I much prefer you blind!"
Derrick hassled his way to the bus, secretly crying.
In his head, said, "You flippin' piece 'o' garbage, George! Why don't you go act like crap somewhere else?"
Derrick knew he couldn't say it out loud, because he knew George would beat him to death.
At school, Derrick had an assignment to make his family tree. Derrick looked upon his username on the internet, and found,
"Doodle-Guy SAMSON, enemies with Real-race, who locked him up in a cellar that was never found. Then the screen went blank. Derrick was confused. He pressed the start button many times, but nothing happened. Suddenly, a glow shone on his screen, so bright, that Derrick had to shut his eyes. When he opened them, he saw a fat-mouthed man in front of him.
"I'm Real-race, and I'm here to lock you up for good!" Said Real-race, the fat-mouthed man,
"N-n-no!" stammered Derrick.
Derrick blacked out, and awoken in, what looked like, a jail cell.
"I'M In THE CELLAR!" Yelled Derrick,
"But that means..."
He turned his head around and saw a cartoon man.
"AAAAH! A-a-are you my 1000x Great Grandpapy Doodle-Guy?"
Doodle-Guy nodded.
"GET ME OUT!" shrieked Doodle-Guy,
"OK, OK! Would this be any help?" Derrick reached through the cage bars, and pulled out a key.
"YES! FINALLY! THE KEY TO MY FREEDOM!"
Doodle-Guy unlocked the cage door, and reached for a gun. He saw Real-race at his desk. ZAP! He had zapped Real-race! His enemy was dead!
"How can I ever repay you?" asked Doodle-Guy,
"Well..."

Ding, dong! The bell rung at George's house. George answered.
"Hey, LA--"
ZAP!
"Bye-bye, George!" cheered Derrick!

The end!

What did I just read?

A lovely story written by me!

So one thousand years ago, 1013 A.D., they had already invented guns and were using them? This story needs to be published ASAP

Wow that was one good story and I read it to the end!

Yep. They had guns. But in Star Wars, they had "Lightsabers".

It took me like 12 minutes to read this. You made me read! No i'm joking. Lol anyway how did you get this idea..

I just don't know...

Hmm. Interesting i fear this coming into my dreams.. Oh man.

EPIC STORY....

I wish I could write stories of things..

Anyway I have a suggestion of you next story!

Write a Story about the BH Leader Lukey!!!

I don't know if he really is the new leader? But my next story will HAVE to be about Old CP!

guns where made in 14 not 1014 or 2014 just 14.