Maple Stories - The Stirge of All Alienkind

I enjoyed this story. Why do most of you always have to complain. :|

I let out a silent 'NOOOOO' when i saw the broken Foxwit teleporter.

I actually have to WALK around NLC? blah.

I let out a silent 'NOOOOO' when i saw the broken Foxwit teleporter.

I actually have to WALK around NLC? blah.

Me too.
And yes, I actually quite enjoyed this story. I'm excited to see the whole map.

How many more teasers might we get, Southperry?

Well the patch is either tomorrow or Thursday, most likely, so I'm thinking that's all we get til the patch hits~

This is very interesting :3
It seems like an event more then a new map/area...
The story is good, a bit mediocre; but looking forward to the quest line(s)
BB~

when are we getting patch notes -_________________-

Im getting way too fucking impatient to the point that i'm thinking about freezing myself like kartman did on southpark.

Im getting way too fucking impatient to the point that i'm thinking about freezing myself like kartman did on southpark.

I wish it could snow here right now.

Those following closely this teasing... should I consider coming back to Maple for this? Won't get my hopes up for exclusive content of Nexon America, reasonably.

Also, I've been reading walls of rage about hacking and moar hacking. Have this ceased?

Those following closely this teasing... should I consider coming back to Maple for this? Won't get my hopes up for exclusive content of Nexon America, reasonably.

Also, I've been reading walls of rage about hacking and moar hacking. Have this ceased?

Also thinking about coming back to GMS for this.
But no, the rampant hacking is still going strong.

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<h1 class="center">The Stirge of All Alienkind</h1>

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<h1>Stirgemans Call to Action</h1>

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The Bigger Ben clock tower pitched as Stirgeman raced across its roof. He was almost there, almost to the towers edge. Tiles buckled under his left foot, but

Stirgeman was quick. He jumped, throwing all of his might into one powerful leap.
</p>
<p>
He soared through the air like a robust eagle, his manly belly jiggling with fire, and hit the platform hard. The ground moaned as it shook once more. Stirgeman

steadied himself and pulled out his telescopic Stirge-noculars.
</p>
<p>
The mayor, Icebyrd Slimm, was organizing the masses. Jack Masque, the miscreant masked crusader, was helping a group of shaken old ladies. Lita Lawless was

yelling orders to her deputies. Stirgemans ever-loyal sidekick, Rob, was...running full-speed out of town?!
</p>
<p>
Rob! he yelled, My paragon of friendship! Where are you going in our towns time of need?!
</p>
<p>
His most trusted ally was taking the cowards way out! Stirgemans heart tore in two. To protect the city he loved more than any gourmet hamburger in Maple World

or to follow after his dearest friend?
</p>
<p>
Why, cruel fate?! Stirgeman thrust his fists into the air. Will the trials of Stirgeman never end?!
</p>
<p>
That chubby guy in the cape is yelling at the tower! yelled a hooligan from the street below.
</p>
<p>
<b>He</b> must be causing this! Lets throw rocks at him! yelled another.
</p>
<p>
Stirgemans decision was made. He ducked and weaved as a hail of pebbles rained over him.
</p>
<p>
The earthquakes were subsiding. Stirgeman would return when the criminals came out to prey on the weak. New Leaf City would never understand how much it needed

him, its guardian, but he would never stop protecting it.
</p>
<p>
He bounded toward the Masteria fields, where he had seen Rob moments before.
</p>

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<h1>Robs Time to Shine</h1>

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<p>
<i>I shoulda called Stirgeman to help me!</i> Rob thought as he peered out at the strange worksite below him. <i>Im not ready to take on a bunch of aliens!</i>
</p>
<p>
The gangly figures that walked amidst the site had large, glassy eyes that made it hard to tell where they were looking, and their strange, squeaky language sent

a shiver down his spine.
</p>
<p>
Rob pressed himself against the ground. The aliens might see him if he tried to leave, but sitting here was a surefire way to get caught up by their patrols.
He was so swept away by the strangeness of it all that he didnt even notice when Stirgeman trampled up the trail behind him.
</p>
<p>
Rob! The city is in danger and I find you here practicing your fauna identification?!
</p>
<p>
Thats not what I was doing, Stirgeman! Get down or theyre gonna
</p>
<p>
Sirens drowned out the rest of his words. Rob and Stirgeman stood dumbstruck as the spotlights swung toward them and a horde of beanpole beasts from beyond the

stars merged on their position.
</p>
<p>
They were trapped with only one route left...
</p>
<p>
Well win this day together, Stirgeman, Rob said.
</p>
<p>
We will indeed, my forever-friend. Stirgeman replied, And it shall be the greatest battle in the history of Maple World.
</p>


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<h1>The Greatest Battle in the History of Maple World</h1>

<p>
Space Memo Number: 0094488503-30-04
<br/>Subject: New Prisoner Report
</p>
<p>
Weve made first contact with the bizarre beings of this planet. We now have two in custody. For the time being, were calling them Maplings, but we will soon

reach consensus on a name thats more descriptive, like Headmonkeys or Goblinfaces.
</p>
<p>
There was some minor surface damage to the Galacto-Drill during their capture. The Goblinfaces proceeded to throw pebbles and twigs at it for approximately three

minutes, resulting in a dented fender. Gleebor, the Galacto-Drill mechanic, assured me he would have it fixed within the hour.
</p>
<p>
I stuck them in the Cell of Everlasting Itch earlier this evening after our mining operations caused minor seismographic anomalies in a nearby city. The

Headmonkeys were dressed strangely, in masks and capes that we assumed to be symbols of shameful surrender but are now believed to be outfits of war.
</p>
<p>
Ive been watching them for the better part of an hour and Ive discovered some interesting things. Their odd grunting is a form of rudimentary speech, which Ive

programmed into the universal translator.
</p>
<p>
The two Maplings call themselves Stirgemanandrob. They seem to identify themselves as a sort of collective organism. Perhaps these Maplings are a hive-mind race

similar to the Buggonian Brood of Roachikon VI? Ill begin dissection as soon as I get my lab privileges back (and that How to Dissect Foreign Species guide I

was promised when I signed up for this job).
</p>
<p>
I believe we have nothing to fear from these Maplings. Their oversized heads seem to have no bearing on their intelligence, and their technology is primitive at

best. We will take their precious Lianium Ore and leave their planet a hollowed-out shell!
</p>
<p>
I would also like to use this space as a reminder of my request for transfer away from guard duty. I am tremendously sorry for missing little Gloopglop

Bleepersons Ceremony of Great Largening, but I feel my talents are being wasted on guarding deformed Maple Goblinfaces. I would be much better suited to piloting

a Deathbot or being a movie star.
</p>
<p>
Reporter: Glorp the Guard
<br/>Galactic ID Number: 24601
</p>

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Forgot one itty bitty step.

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<h1 class="center">The Stirge of All Alienkind</h1>

<div class="hr"/>

<h1>Stirgemans Call to Action</h1>

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<p>
The Bigger Ben clock tower pitched as Stirgeman raced across its roof. He was almost there, almost to the towers edge. Tiles buckled under his left foot, but

Stirgeman was quick. He jumped, throwing all of his might into one powerful leap.
</p>
<p>
He soared through the air like a robust eagle, his manly belly jiggling with fire, and hit the platform hard. The ground moaned as it shook once more. Stirgeman

steadied himself and pulled out his telescopic Stirge-noculars.
</p>
<p>
The mayor, Icebyrd Slimm, was organizing the masses. Jack Masque, the miscreant masked crusader, was helping a group of shaken old ladies. Lita Lawless was

yelling orders to her deputies. Stirgemans ever-loyal sidekick, Rob, was...running full-speed out of town?!
</p>
<p>
Rob! he yelled, My paragon of friendship! Where are you going in our towns time of need?!
</p>
<p>
His most trusted ally was taking the cowards way out! Stirgemans heart tore in two. To protect the city he loved more than any gourmet hamburger in Maple World

or to follow after his dearest friend?
</p>
<p>
Why, cruel fate?! Stirgeman thrust his fists into the air. Will the trials of Stirgeman never end?!
</p>
<p>
That chubby guy in the cape is yelling at the tower! yelled a hooligan from the street below.
</p>
<p>
<b>He</b> must be causing this! Lets throw rocks at him! yelled another.
</p>
<p>
Stirgemans decision was made. He ducked and weaved as a hail of pebbles rained over him.
</p>
<p>
The earthquakes were subsiding. Stirgeman would return when the criminals came out to prey on the weak. New Leaf City would never understand how much it needed

him, its guardian, but he would never stop protecting it.
</p>
<p>
He bounded toward the Masteria fields, where he had seen Rob moments before.
</p>

<div class="hr"/>


<h1>Robs Time to Shine</h1>

<p class="center">
<img src="http://nxcache.nexon.net/spotlight/113/00Dig-d5868979-dde2-4770-b229-c7b4cd181421.png" width="568" height="377"/></p>

<p>
<i>I shoulda called Stirgeman to help me!</i> Rob thought as he peered out at the strange worksite below him. <i>Im not ready to take on a bunch of aliens!</i>
</p>
<p>
The gangly figures that walked amidst the site had large, glassy eyes that made it hard to tell where they were looking, and their strange, squeaky language sent

a shiver down his spine.
</p>
<p>
Rob pressed himself against the ground. The aliens might see him if he tried to leave, but sitting here was a surefire way to get caught up by their patrols.
He was so swept away by the strangeness of it all that he didnt even notice when Stirgeman trampled up the trail behind him.
</p>
<p>
Rob! The city is in danger and I find you here practicing your fauna identification?!
</p>
<p>
Thats not what I was doing, Stirgeman! Get down or theyre gonna
</p>
<p>
Sirens drowned out the rest of his words. Rob and Stirgeman stood dumbstruck as the spotlights swung toward them and a horde of beanpole beasts from beyond the

stars merged on their position.
</p>
<p>
They were trapped with only one route left...
</p>
<p>
Well win this day together, Stirgeman, Rob said.
</p>
<p>
We will indeed, my forever-friend. Stirgeman replied, And it shall be the greatest battle in the history of Maple World.
</p>


<div class="hr"/>


<h1>The Greatest Battle in the History of Maple World</h1>

<p>
Space Memo Number: 0094488503-30-04
<br/>Subject: New Prisoner Report
</p>
<p>
Weve made first contact with the bizarre beings of this planet. We now have two in custody. For the time being, were calling them Maplings, but we will soon

reach consensus on a name thats more descriptive, like Headmonkeys or Goblinfaces.
</p>
<p>
There was some minor surface damage to the Galacto-Drill during their capture. The Goblinfaces proceeded to throw pebbles and twigs at it for approximately three

minutes, resulting in a dented fender. Gleebor, the Galacto-Drill mechanic, assured me he would have it fixed within the hour.
</p>
<p>
I stuck them in the Cell of Everlasting Itch earlier this evening after our mining operations caused minor seismographic anomalies in a nearby city. The

Headmonkeys were dressed strangely, in masks and capes that we assumed to be symbols of shameful surrender but are now believed to be outfits of war.
</p>
<p>
Ive been watching them for the better part of an hour and Ive discovered some interesting things. Their odd grunting is a form of rudimentary speech, which Ive

programmed into the universal translator.
</p>
<p>
The two Maplings call themselves Stirgemanandrob. They seem to identify themselves as a sort of collective organism. Perhaps these Maplings are a hive-mind race

similar to the Buggonian Brood of Roachikon VI? Ill begin dissection as soon as I get my lab privileges back (and that How to Dissect Foreign Species guide I

was promised when I signed up for this job).
</p>
<p>
I believe we have nothing to fear from these Maplings. Their oversized heads seem to have no bearing on their intelligence, and their technology is primitive at

best. We will take their precious Lianium Ore and leave their planet a hollowed-out shell!
</p>
<p>
I would also like to use this space as a reminder of my request for transfer away from guard duty. I am tremendously sorry for missing little Gloopglop

Bleepersons Ceremony of Great Largening, but I feel my talents are being wasted on guarding deformed Maple Goblinfaces. I would be much better suited to piloting

a Deathbot or being a movie star.
</p>
<p>
Reporter: Glorp the Guard
<br/>Galactic ID Number: 24601
</p>

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The Bigger Ben clock tower pitched as Stirgeman raced across its roof. He was almost there, almost to the towers edge. Tiles buckled under his left foot, but Stirgeman was quick. He jumped, throwing all of his might into one powerful leap.

He soared through the air like a robust eagle, his manly belly jiggling with fire, and hit the platform hard. The ground moaned as it shook once more. Stirgeman steadied himself and pulled out his telescopic Stirge-noculars.

The mayor, Icebyrd Slimm, was organizing the masses. Jack Masque, the miscreant masked crusader, was helping a group of shaken old ladies. Lita Lawless was yelling orders to her deputies. Stirgemans ever-loyal sidekick, Rob, was...running full-speed out of town?!

Rob! he yelled, My paragon of friendship! Where are you going in our towns time of need?!

His most trusted ally was taking the cowards way out! Stirgemans heart tore in two. To protect the city he loved more than any gourmet hamburger in Maple World or to follow after his dearest friend?

Why, cruel fate?! Stirgeman thrust his fists into the air. Will the trials of Stirgeman never end?!

That chubby guy in the cape is yelling at the tower! yelled a hooligan from the street below.

He must be causing this! Lets throw rocks at him! yelled another.

Stirgemans decision was made. He ducked and weaved as a hail of pebbles rained over him.

The earthquakes were subsiding. Stirgeman would return when the criminals came out to prey on the weak. New Leaf City would never understand how much it needed him, its guardian, but he would never stop protecting it.

He bounded toward the Masteria fields, where he had seen Rob moments before.

<div class="hr"/>Robs Time to Shine



I shoulda called Stirgeman to help me! Rob thought as he peered out at the strange worksite below him. Im not ready to take on a bunch of aliens!

The gangly figures that walked amidst the site had large, glassy eyes that made it hard to tell where they were looking, and their strange, squeaky language sent a shiver down his spine.

Rob pressed himself against the ground. The aliens might see him if he tried to leave, but sitting here was a surefire way to get caught up by their patrols. He was so swept away by the strangeness of it all that he didnt even notice when Stirgeman trampled up the trail behind him.

Rob! The city is in danger and I find you here practicing your fauna identification?!

Thats not what I was doing, Stirgeman! Get down or theyre gonna

Sirens drowned out the rest of his words. Rob and Stirgeman stood dumbstruck as the spotlights swung toward them and a horde of beanpole beasts from beyond the stars merged on their position.

They were trapped with only one route left...

Well win this day together, Stirgeman, Rob said.

We will indeed, my forever-friend. Stirgeman replied, And it shall be the greatest battle in the history of Maple World.

<div class="hr"/>The Greatest Battle in the History of Maple World

Space Memo Number: 0094488503-30-04
Subject: New Prisoner Report

Weve made first contact with the bizarre beings of this planet. We now have two in custody. For the time being, were calling them Maplings, but we will soon reach consensus on a name thats more descriptive, like Headmonkeys or Goblinfaces.

There was some minor surface damage to the Galacto-Drill during their capture. The Goblinfaces proceeded to throw pebbles and twigs at it for approximately three minutes, resulting in a dented fender. Gleebor, the Galacto-Drill mechanic, assured me he would have it fixed within the hour.

I stuck them in the Cell of Everlasting Itch earlier this evening after our mining operations caused minor seismographic anomalies in a nearby city. The Headmonkeys were dressed strangely, in masks and capes that we assumed to be symbols of shameful surrender but are now believed to be outfits of war.

Ive been watching them for the better part of an hour and Ive discovered some interesting things. Their odd grunting is a form of rudimentary speech, which Ive programmed into the universal translator.

The two Maplings call themselves Stirgemanandrob. They seem to identify themselves as a sort of collective organism. Perhaps these Maplings are a hive-mind race similar to the Buggonian Brood of Roachikon VI? Ill begin dissection as soon as I get my lab privileges back (and that How to Dissect Foreign Species guide I was promised when I signed up for this job).

I believe we have nothing to fear from these Maplings. Their oversized heads seem to have no bearing on their intelligence, and their technology is primitive at best. We will take their precious Lianium Ore and leave their planet a hollowed-out shell!

I would also like to use this space as a reminder of my request for transfer away from guard duty. I am tremendously sorry for missing little Gloopglop Bleepersons Ceremony of Great Largening, but I feel my talents are being wasted on guarding deformed Maple Goblinfaces. I would be much better suited to piloting a Deathbot or being a movie star.

Reporter: Glorp the Guard
Galactic ID Number: 24601

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There we go.

So still nothing>.>

The talk of VPQ return spawned when the Basil Q&A session a year back

http://www.southperry.net/showthread.php?t=39896

It was only a possibility.

Then people got their hopes up with this:

Mob>21-30>Last Mob

but since then, nothing has happened.(other than vpq map reused for Pink Zakum)

that wasnt the vpq map, it was the os4 base

the vpq map was called crashed mothership entrance, and it was like all on fire and had a crashed ship on one side.

They could at least have the decency to write a notice or something that says the maintenance is getting postponed... Anyway, time to go to sleep and hope for something tomorrow.

There we go.

Thanks for combining em into one thread so we don't lose our current discussion