Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Goodbye, Chobots, I guess..

I decided I don't want to run this game without making money.
I don't get enough donations to keep this running / for personal use.
If you would like chobots.im back please contact me, and why I should open it.

Thanks...
~N9
(Skype is theboringbrick)

We're the last remaining cho!
Apart from .net, which no one has fun on anymore...
Help me! ;_; I don't have skype. I want cho back...
What could be my last post.
-It
Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Wohoow!

I plan to make a Chobots Music Video!
But i don't know which song !
And who want to play with me?
if you want to play with me
in the music write it in the comments!
Or which song in the comments too!

Thank You!

-Lyrics

Second chapter...

I don't have much to post about, So I might as well give the next chapter? :D
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Chapter 1
“What do you mean, Syris Colt is missing?” asked Alexander Signotco, his eyes wide with panic. “He can’t be? He is a mass-murdering Villain! How could someone be crafty enough to murder Syris Colt?!”
Alexander Signotco was 26 years old and was a Spanish detective living in England at the time. His hair was an auburn brown colour and was as short as a normal man’s hair should be. His eyes were blue, and at this precise moment in time, wide with panic, fear and uncertainty.
On the other side of the phone line was the Brazilian colleague of Alexander, Romero de Jonoe. “You need to take a trip to Rio de Janerio, where I am based. But you must not tell anyone where I am based.”
“Your secret is safe with me, mi amigo.”
“We have a couple of suspects, one of them being Syris himself… and the other…..” sighed Romero.
“Who?” whispered Alexander.
“Zaphara Romeas…. She was missing a couple of months ago, two to be exact.” He sighed again. “We need you here – now.”
“But it’s two in the morning! You can’t possibly expect me to get a ticket to Rio de Janerio at two in the morning! It’s not long enough!” Alexander explained to him while yawning.
“I know, I know, but we need you now more than ever. Set your alarm for six in the morning. I’m coming over to Spain.” Romero said, while getting changed so that he could drive to his bank to get the money for a flight to Spain and back.
“… Okay... fine… what you like…” yawned Alexander. “I guess I’ll see you at six then….”
“Just two more things…” sighed Romero. “One, collect up all of your money. I will take you back to Rio de Janerio with me.”
“And two…”
“Two?” asked Alexander.
“Keep that locket safe. The diamond that is inside is a Staermount diamond, and if it falls into the hands of Zaphara Romeas then it could be disastrous.”
And Alexander hung up on the phone.
Alexander got back into bed and slept for about half an hour until waking up again after hearing footsteps in his house. He grabbed a baseball bat ready for whatever comes around the corner.
As he crept towards the kitchen, he heard something scurrying away.
Odd he thought to himself.
Maybe it was just… a mouse?
But the noise was louder than a mouse, it sounded like it could have been a giant, mutated rat if anything like that. He crept into his living room and there was a trail of destruction.
Paper was scattered everywhere, the lamps were knocked onto the floor and were smashed, and the table had many deep scratches on it, as if a giant, mutated rat had been in his house.
“Holy…” He whispered.
It was as if a ghost had sneaked into his house – a ghost with knives all over it. The wall was hollow, and so had a giant hole hit into it, like a giant had head-butted it. This was going to cost a lot of money to fix.
Alexander walked over to the light switch and tried to turn it on, but it wouldn’t turn on. He walked upstairs to his office and pulled out a torch from the third drawer down, and turned it on. Alexander walked back down again only to find that it was more messed-up than before.
“How in the world?”
He bent over to pick up some of the paper and found something scribbled on the bottom of the sheet.
He shone the light of his torch over the paper and found initials on the bottom of the paper.
The initials read: S.C
Alexander gasped and ran to his mobile phone, only to find that it was missing.
All he could do was wait for Roberto to fly over to England. Alexander glanced at his clock, and it read: 3:07 AM
He sighed and waited, waiting for the clock to strike six in the morning.
Time goes faster when you sleep…
Something whispered. But it wasn’t a voice in Alexander’s head. It didn’t sound like Roberto’s voice. And it defiantly didn’t sound like the strong yet silky voice of Zaphara Romeas.
It struck Alexander like a punch to the gut.
S.C…  He suddenly realised.
Sleep. Time will go faster.
 It was as if Alexander’s thoughts were beginning to take over him, as when he thought that, he began to become more tired than he ever had before – as if someone had put sleeping gas in his room.
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Oh, and the jobs have been taken down...
Wishesh mee luckiez! :D
-It xx
Monday, 2 April 2012

Applying for jobs!

On chobots.im you can now apply for jobs!
You go to the 'Login' and log in using your chobots.im user and password, and then in the header you will see the link for 'Apply'. Click on that and it says that two jobs are avainible (At the moment):
Java Programmer
Community service representative 


The Community Service Representative is also known as a Moderator. I have applied for it in hope that I can become a moderator, I would like this position as I like to help people ^_^


The descriptions are:


Community Service Representative:


Chobots.im is looking for a Community Service Representitive (a Moderator). A Moderator of Chobots.im must know all the rules, be very active, and helpful. They must also have sufficent blogging skills and experience with moderation. Any moderator of ours who breaks a rule, or acts immature for their position here on Chobots.im, will be immediately purged from our team.


Java Programmer:


Chobots.im is looking for a Java programmer. The responsibilities of this job include patching security exploits on the server, adding new features and tools, fixing known bugs or glitches, making sure the server is stable, updating the source code, etc. We want to make sure that our programming team knows what they're doing. If you want to apply for this, you must: Have a complex understanding of Java, have a very beginner's understanding of ActionScript, and have a basic understanding of PHP. It's optional, but it gives you a better chance if you have Adobe Flash and a SWF decomiler. The programmer will NOT be part of the Administration Team, nor have database access or server access. They will be able to ban other players, and their account will have the permissions of a Moderator. They will get the required source files they needed for a temporary time, depending on what the job they have at the moment is. 


Wish me luck! :) Thanks guys! :)
And remember, stick to the rules! (If you need to take another look at them, there's another page with all the rules on on my blog, and on the chobots site itself.)
~It <3


Edit: If any of the admins are reading through my blog, I forgot to put my email down, you can contact me in chobots for it if you need it.

Ahah! Gotchaaaa!

Hiya guys!
What pranks did you play on your friends yesterday?
Did they fall for it?
Let me know!! :o
Sorry, I don't have much to post about - BUT THERE'S GONNA BE A CHO PARTY!! WOO!!
The first ever chobots.im party will be TODAY!
I don't know when or where, but it said on the blog and on the newsfeed thing we get in when we start. :)
Sunday, 1 April 2012

APRIL FOOLZZZ!!!

April foolz!!!
Its gonna be a good 1 :) Trololololololololololol


Little note...

The about the authors page is playing up a bit, and all the brackets, punctuation - even some of the letters are being really annoying and some are even going backwards, putting the full stop at the start of the sentence ect. Its really getting on my nerves, I'll try to fix it as soon as I can :\...
Or a page for each author, maybe?
We do have a new author - Adora ^_^
I don't think she's done a welcome post yet, If you're reading this, could you please? Thanks :)
Oh, and if you want to send me any art pictures to post on my blog, or on the art page, then feel free - either give me a link on chobots or you can send it to my Email:
chloerez@gmail.com
(Please don't give my email out :\)
I'm going to try to update as soon as possible
Thanks guys! xx
~It

Can I share something with you?

I have a little... Okay, not little, its 25 pages long and not finished yet, story that I need people to see in order to find out if it's good or not, I might make another page so that I can post it there, or I might do a chapter every so often on here... Is that a good idea? ~_~
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Going Under – Chloe Lamorna Eddy - (Yes, thats me, you would have found that out if you looked at the followers, it's my twitter account..)
PROLOUGE
“If he wants me alive,” said Syris Colt, “Then he will have to travel back in time”.
Syris Colt was a twenty-two year old man with jet-black hair that hung fixed over his right eye. His eyes, the most mysterious feature of Syris Colt that were hardly ever seen, were black too. But his eyes were darker than his hair – and his hair was the most black-coloured hair that you would ever see. His skin would always be pale, and he would almost always wear some sort of a leather jacket.
“You wouldn’t…” A dark, hooded figure whispered from the shadows.
“I never told you to speak!” Shouted Syris, the anger and hate burning in his eyes.
“I shouldn’t have to ask permission to.” It whispered again.
Syris grabbed a knife from the side of the cave and held it against the hooded figure’s throat.
“You do what I tell you to.” He said in one of the most threatening ways you would ever hear.
“I shouldn’t think that I would, nor that I should.” It replied.
“Are you sure about that? I don’t think that you should take a gamble while I still have a knife held against your throat.”
“Rather sure, You’re too much of a mouse to do that to me.”
“Tell me why I shouldn’t?”
“Because then,” She whispered rather quietly. “Then…”
“Then what?”
As the figure said that, its hands were slowly moving upwards, towards the knife. It gripped it on the end where Syris’s fist wasn’t wrapped around the knife.
She started to move it towards Syris’s throat as if he couldn’t feel a thing.
“Then, I wouldn’t be able to…”
“Do what?!”
The knife pushed towards Syris’s throat with immense speed, and Syris dropped to the floor. Injured, she struggled with his last breath just to say:
“You, you did this to me…” Syris whispered. “You did the thing I had needed someone to do all along.”
The figure gasped, shocked, and ran out of the cave. As it ran out, it was revealed who exactly it was. The breeze from running through the cave and then out into the fresh air that it had not seen for weeks, maybe even months, had blown the hood back and revealed a character with tied back beach-blonde hair and tanned skin.
It was a girl, perhaps of the age of about twenty-one. A year younger than Syris, but had the power to kill someone as powerful as Syris is, or in fact, Syris was. She wore a black tank top and khaki shorts…
This was no normal person.
This was a mass-murderess.
This was Zaphara Romeas.
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That's the first chapter / prolouge, its a mystery thriller that I haven't completed yet, but I wanted to see if you liked it... Thanks? ~_~

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