So...where is MM2?

[Saveaux]

Probably sounds like I have a one-track mind, but I recently wanted to browse over the chapters for MM2...only to be unable to find it anywhere. Clicking the link to the contest only brings me to the forums here and there doesn't appear to be a sub board for it. My epilogue is pretty much done and it's mostly up to me to submit it to...whoever is supposed to get it to post it up, but I can't really do that if I don't know where the contest is supposed to be. Any ideas?

[Opal]

I have it. I need to post it. Really sorry for being absent lately. Had a fairly life-altering illness that resulted in about four days in the hospital a week or so ago, so I've been busy getting healthy lately more than anything else. Plus, my laptop is all but dead anyway, so I just haven't really been in the habit of updating anything lately. I will make getting MM2 a new home a priority. In the meantime, if anyone needs a copy, I can email it to you. It's in Wordpress format, but that's as good as I've got at the moment.

[Opal]

I have not forgotten about this, btw! I have a new computer and my health problems are in check for the time being, so I promise, it will get done.

[Opal]

Hmm. So, I've imported the MM2 files onto WordPress...only there don't seem to be any actual story posts, other than the prologues...I'll just...go ahead and look into this...

EDIT: I DO have the story posts, in the form of the index.php file of the old Survival forums. So they're not lost, it's just, I'm trying to find an easier way to get at them than having to trawl through a bunch of code and reconstruct them. So if anyone has a copy of them, you'd be my favorite FOREVER if you gave it to me. :)

[TNT]

So, I've begun the process of extracting the posts from amidst a bunch of SMF code, in case anyone's interested. It's going to be slow going. I've gotten three posts done, and I've been at it for over an hour already. Plus, I'm just taking wild stabs in the dark at italics and ellipses and such, so when it's all up, if you're an MM2 author and you see something amiss, let me know. Thank goodness I have my posts saved elsewhere, at least! Just wishing I'd saved everyone else's now. XD

When can you expect to see the story, you ask? Um, sometime. Someday.

(But seriously if any of you have your individual posts saved anywhere, I would LOOOOOOOOVE a copy. Love it a lot. Thanks.)

[TNT]

And all of week three has now been added up at Fanfiction.net. I figured that would be easiest to do, since there were already two full weeks up there (plus WordPress doesn't like italics when c/ped). You can follow the progress here. Again, italics and such are most likely missing, but there's not a lot I can do about that. If you were an MM2 author and see your italics are amiss, please let me know what to edit. Or get me a copy of your posts if you've got 'em still. ^^

[TNT]

Another update: through to week five now! I pretty much worked on this all day, so Saveaux, you'd better come back here and give me cookies. :P

And in case anyone is curious as to why this reformatting is taking so long, THIS is the format I'm working with:

There was a being and he lived on his own\r\nHe had no one to talk to\r\nAnd nothing to do\r\nHe drew up the plans\r\nLearnt to work with his hands\r\n\r\nAnd then his work was done\r\n\r\n\r\nDeath in the pond, cresting over tail feathers. Choices made.\r\n\r\n?Viv!? Kapler stared at the just-turbulent waters, ripples smoothing away all incident. Something boiled up his throat, unwelcome and wet. Before he could talk himself out of it, before he could think, he ran forward. The water winked eagerly, inviting him in. He breathed deep.\r\n\r\n?Hang on, mate!? Strong paws yanked him back.\r\n\r\n?Let go! Leggo!? Kapler?s voice squeaked as he twisted and squirmed, trying to slip free.\r\n\r\n?Too cold.? Buttonbrush leaned in close, whiskers scratchy against Kapler?s fur. All grace, several otters dove past and into the water. ?Don?t want t? go saving you, too. Leave it t? us.? He clapped him on the back and followed after the others.\r\n\r\nFrustrated action roiled inside Kapler like a whirlpool without outlet. He chewed his lip, rubbed his nape, stomped away from the edge. He glanced around, brow furrowed. Everybeast clustered close, ignoring him. How could they act so calm? Just standing there, as if this happened every day. He growled and gripped his sword. He wanted to help.  But there was no?\r\n\r\nA chill hopstepped upwards, freezing his breath in his lungs. David!\r\n\r\nAcross the water and broken ice, slinking towards the side gate ? Cromley, pushing David ahead of him. Caught up in the excitement of Vivienne?s heroic dive, enthralled by the rescue, everybeast seemed to have forgotten about them.\r\n\r\nHis fingers thrummed the sword hilt. Willing wings to his feet, he skirted around the pond and pounded towards the wildcat. If he could catch him in time, if he could get in one good swing?\r\n\r\n~ ~ ~\r\n\r\n?You?re a fool, cat.? An angry hiss, barely in control. ?Just give up??\r\n\r\nCromley dug his claws into the hedgepig?s shoulder, cutting off further pleading. ?Don?t be stupid, David.? He?d get through the side gate, then be rid of this burden. One more parting gift for this wretched abbey. Son gone to meet father.\r\n\r\nGasping snarls from behind, louder than Moonshot?s snoring, betrayed the approaching attacker. Cromley jerked down and around, dragging David after. A sword bit into snow and Kapler stumbled past, putting himself between Cromley and the side gate. The brave, stupid idiot ? always where he shouldn?t be. Cromley sneered. ?Didn?t expect you, Kapler.?\r\n\r\nKapler turned, a green recruit with arms straight and shaking. ?L-let David go.?\r\n \r\n?Are you trying to kill him?? Cromley smirked and slid his blade closer around his captive?s throat. He purred when David tensed.\r\n\r\n?No, you can?? The vole swallowed. His gaze flicked between Cromley and David. ?I?ll let you go. Just?let him go, too.?\r\n\r\nDavid squirmed. ?No, don?t??\r\n\r\n?And what?s to stop you running me through??\r\n\r\n?What about?? Kapler hesitated. His brow furrowed. ?Just take me instead.?\r\n\r\n?No, Kapler!?\r\n\r\nGrowling a warning to David, Cromley raised his brow. These woodlanders were so oblivious. What better way to settle this score? ?Very well, Kapler. Drop your sword and David?s free.?\r\n\r\nKapler wavered, his sword tip dipped, but he didn?t let go. The vole squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them. Cromley could see the conflict, the indecision. ?I?? He licked his lips, not once meeting David?s gaze. He glanced behind Cromley, towards the pond, at Cromley, his sword, the pond behind, the knife at David?s neck, the pond?\r\n\r\nCromley twisted around in time to see that thrice-blasted vixen rushing forward, paw flicked forward. His arm whipped upwards to protect his face, and pain blossomed. The blade buried itself to the hilt, sticking out like some obscene bracelet. He staggered back, yowling, tail bottlebrushed.\r\n\r\nHis grip on David faltered, and the hedgehog surged away. ?No!? Cromley lashed out with his sword, the satisfaction of a successful strike echoing down the hilt.\r\nDavid gurgled and collapsed.\r\n\r\nA scream, a primal snarl, wrenched itself from Kapler. Weapon above his head, he swung ? an arc of coruscating death.\r\n\r\nOnly one way to dodge. Crouched, Cromley leapt towards the vole, kicking at his side. He could feel the crunch, the bones giving way. And then he was out the side gate, feet pounding as he ran into Mossflower, Vidya not ten paces behind.\r\n\r\n~ ~ ~\r\n\r\nWhite. Cold against his fur ? welcome relief to the throbbing?somewhere. Kapler blinked heavily and started to lift himself out of the snow. Sharp pain lanced through his left side and he collapsed, breathless. Needles radiated out from his ribs, melting into a terrible ache through the rest of his body. It felt as if he had been hit with Russel?s ballista. He cried.\r\n\r\n?K-Kapler??\r\n\r\nDavid! Head jerking up, Kapler did his best to ignore the pain as he tried to find the hedgehog. It wasn?t hard. He lay several paces away, a curled ball of drooping spines. The snow glistened scarlet.\r\n\r\n?David.? Kapler stared at the blood, a terrible weight settling. ?You all right??\r\n\r\nHe didn?t answer right away, as if he was asking himself the same question. A shudder rippled through his spikes. ?I don?t know.?\r\n\r\n?Just?just wait.? Kapler bit his lip, collecting himself, preparing for the effort. His whole body protested as he lifted himself out of the snow, nearly toppling over. Leaned over in a half crouch, he stumble walked over. ?David.? He touched a quivering spike. ?David, let me?I need to take a look.?\r\n\r\nSlowly, like an herb in his father?s teapot, David unfurled. A muddy stain spread across his tunic, darkest at the slashed, pulsing shoulder.\r\n\r\nKapler slumped to his knees and stifled a cry, sinking several inches into the slushy snow. Fingers gingerly pressing, he inspected the wound. It was warm and wet and told him nothing. What was he supposed to do?\r\n\r\n?Need to?? David stopped, breathed deep, and tried again. ?Need to stop the bleeding.?\r\n\r\n?Oh, ah, yes.? Kapler slipped off his jacket with its many pockets and hidden treasures. A moment of hesitation, then coat to shoulder. It hurt his ribs to lean forward, his paw to push down, but it didn?t matter. He had given up before, had run away. Teeth gnashed together, Kapler growled and pushed harder. Not again. Wouldn?t let him down?\r\n\r\nPaws tugged him from where he?d collapsed onto David. A calm voice murmured reassurances. Kapler blinked and peered at the surrounding woodlanders as he was set down in a clean patch of snow.\r\n\r\nBoth draped in heavy blankets, Jinck led Vivienne over. The mother bird looked sodden and skinny, down feathers soaked through. She sneezed. Jinck gave a damp smile.\r\n\r\nTwoflower crouched down and inspected Kapler?s bandaged paw. She glanced up. ?How?re you feeling, Mister Kapler??\r\n\r\nKapler looked away, over to the healers tending to David. ?Did he make it??\r\n\r\n?Well, he?s still alive.? Twoflower opened her bag and began pulling out jars and wraps. Kapler yelped and jerked away as she prodded his side. ?Broken ribs. Nothing I can?t fix.?\r\n\r\nVidya stomped through the gate with a dour expression. Her fur was mussed and she looked as tired as Kapler felt. Seeing the questioning looks, she sighed and shook her head. ??e gave me th? slip in th? woods. Too many tracks t?make out ?is.? An ear scratch and a settling onto haunches. ?Doubt we?ll ever see ?is ?ide again.?\r\n\r\n?I could have done more. Maybe?maybe if I had??\r\n\r\nJinck bapped him on the shoulder with a paw. ?Stop it. You did good.?\r\n\r\nKapler tittered, then winced. They were exhausted, mangled, bruised ? but alive.\r\n\r\nThings were going to be all right.','Back To Life (by Kapler)','','inherit','open','open','','1167-revision','','','2012-02-06 19:55:31','2012-02-06 23:55:31','',1167,'http://redwallsurvivor.com/2012/02/06/1167-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(1169,33,'2012-02-06 19:55:26','2012-02-06 23:55:26','\r\n\

Also, the above IS the last post of MM2, yes? They started going in reverse order after this, for some reason, so I'm guessing that's it. Sounds pretty final to me, but I'm not 100% sure. I'm pretty sure I stopped reading after I died, though. XD

YES I KNOW NO ONE ELSE IS GONNA REPLY HERE PROBABLY. I JUST LIKE TALKING TO MYSELF SOMETIMES, LA LA LA.

[TNT]

The MM2 story is back online, folks! And it only took. Three years. XD