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[[File:SAoSKposter.png|thumb|302px|Sonic's Adventures of Suburban Knights Poster]]&nbsp
 
[[File:SAoSKposter.png|thumb|302px|Sonic's Adventures of Suburban Knights Poster]]&nbsp
'''Sonic's Adventures of Suburban Knights '''will be directed by Dracoknight545. This film will be released in 2012.
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I'm attached to this song from a memory I remember so vividly. Steam bellows out of my mouth through the burning cold weather, and even with all of the adrenaline, my entire body freezes red running my fourth mile, the longest I've ran in my life. "Why do I do this?" I ask myself. "Why don't I just stop running, and get a ride h-" The drums of this song took attention away from the thought, miraculously they reminded me that these questions were traps. There is no stop. I felt as heavy as a train moving through an arctic storm, my feet cold, like steel axles when I continued to glow freezing red like hot coals that powered me to chug through the railroad of gray asphalt. Out of coal, and out of grease I started giving out as if there was nothing left to give to the run.
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But when the bass dropped in this song, there was one last thing I could give. A fuck. Fuck it. Fuck coal, too. The song poured power into me like kerosene, I became a motherfucking rocket. I sprinted. And when I say I sprinted, I mean it. My heart pumped adrenaline until I sprinted it all out. I almost sprinted like a Kenyan. The euphoria of finishing this challenge made me feel awesome as shit. I finished the four miles. Four miles might seem like a little shit compared to what you may have done. Or a giant mongering one... But it doesn't matter, because those were the most awesome four miles of my life.
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==Plot==
 
==Plot==
The plot involves the reviewers and Sonic with his friends going after "Malachite's Hand" a magic gauntlet hidden in suburban Illinois while dressed as famous characters from fantasy films and video games, including The Nostalgia Critic dressed as Link from The Legend of Zelda, Spoony as Gandalf, Linkara as King Arthur, and the Cinema Snob as Indiana Jones (when told that Indiana Jones was not a fantasy film he retorted that "if surviving a nuclear blast in a fridge isn't fantasy, I don't know what is"). While they are on their quest, they are opposed by a force of guardians and villians who protect the gauntlet from the unworthy, and are pursued by Malachite, an ancient sorcerer who seeks the gauntlet to restore his powers and use them to destroy the modern world based on science he hates (he is later showed using an iphone, but denies being a hypocrite). Part 5 of the special marked the return of former TGWTG member That Dude in the Suede. Malachite overpowers the reviewers with his magic, and briefly reclaims the gauntlet (which had been refashioned into a nintendo power glove) but is defeated by Ma-Ti through the power of heart. Ma-Ti is destroyed along with Malachite and the reviewers hold him a funeral that is nearly identical to that of [Spock] in [The Wrath of Khan]
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I'm attached to this song from a memory I remember so vividly. Steam bellows out of my mouth through the burning cold weather, and even with all of the adrenaline, my entire body freezes red running my fourth mile, the longest I've ran in my life. "Why do I do this?" I ask myself. "Why don't I just stop running, and get a ride h-" The drums of this song took attention away from the thought, miraculously they reminded me that these questions were traps. There is no stop. I felt as heavy as a train moving through an arctic storm, my feet cold, like steel axles when I continued to glow freezing red like hot coals that powered me to chug through the railroad of gray asphalt. Out of coal, and out of grease I started giving out as if there was nothing left to give to the run.
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But when the bass dropped in this song, there was one last thing I could give. A fuck. Fuck it. Fuck coal, too. The song poured power into me like kerosene, I became a motherfucking rocket. I sprinted. And when I say I sprinted, I mean it. My heart pumped adrenaline until I sprinted it all out. I almost sprinted like a Kenyan. The euphoria of finishing this challenge made me feel awesome as shit. I finished the four miles. Four miles might seem like a little shit compared to what you may have done. Or a giant mongering one... But it doesn't matter, because those were the most awesome four miles of my life.
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==Trivia==
 
==Trivia==
*Gust Star: Nancy, June, Thomas, Molly, Oscar, Timon, Pumbaa, Keroro, Simba, Nala, King Juilen, Maurice, Mort, Sora, Donald Duck and Goofy and Bugs Bunny. Also Sonic's Dog makes a cameo in the final battle
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*I'm attached to this song from a memory I remember so vividly. Steam bellows out of my mouth through the burning cold weather, and even with all of the adrenaline, my entire body freezes red running my fourth mile, the longest I've ran in my life. "Why do I do this?" I ask myself. "Why don't I just stop running, and get a ride h-" The drums of this song took attention away from the thought, miraculously they reminded me that these questions were traps. There is no stop. I felt as heavy as a train moving through an arctic storm, my feet cold, like steel axles when I continued to glow freezing red like hot coals that powered me to chug through the railroad of gray asphalt. Out of coal, and out of grease I started giving out as if there was nothing left to give to the run.
*References to past film and future films will be reference.
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But when the bass dropped in this song, there was one last thing I could give. A fuck. Fuck it. Fuck coal, too. The song poured power into me like kerosene, I became a motherfucking rocket. I sprinted. And when I say I sprinted, I mean it. My heart pumped adrenaline until I sprinted it all out. I almost sprinted like a Kenyan. The euphoria of finishing this challenge made me feel awesome as shit. I finished the four miles. Four miles might seem like a little shit compared to what you may have done. Or a giant mongering one... But it doesn't matter, because those were the most awesome four miles of my life.
 
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I'm attached to this song from a memory I remember so vividly. Steam bellows out of my mouth through the burning cold weather, and even with all of the adrenaline, my entire body freezes red running my fourth mile, the longest I've ran in my life. "Why do I do this?" I ask myself. "Why don't I just stop running, and get a ride h-" The drums of this song took attention away from the thought, miraculously they reminded me that these questions were traps. There is no stop. I felt as heavy as a train moving through an arctic storm, my feet cold, like steel axles when I continued to glow freezing red like hot coals that powered me to chug through the railroad of gray asphalt. Out of coal, and out of grease I started giving out as if there was nothing left to give to the run.

But when the bass dropped in this song, there was one last thing I could give. A fuck. Fuck it. Fuck coal, too. The song poured power into me like kerosene, I became a motherfucking rocket. I sprinted. And when I say I sprinted, I mean it. My heart pumped adrenaline until I sprinted it all out. I almost sprinted like a Kenyan. The euphoria of finishing this challenge made me feel awesome as shit. I finished the four miles. Four miles might seem like a little shit compared to what you may have done. Or a giant mongering one... But it doesn't matter, because those were the most awesome four miles of my life.

Plot

I'm attached to this song from a memory I remember so vividly. Steam bellows out of my mouth through the burning cold weather, and even with all of the adrenaline, my entire body freezes red running my fourth mile, the longest I've ran in my life. "Why do I do this?" I ask myself. "Why don't I just stop running, and get a ride h-" The drums of this song took attention away from the thought, miraculously they reminded me that these questions were traps. There is no stop. I felt as heavy as a train moving through an arctic storm, my feet cold, like steel axles when I continued to glow freezing red like hot coals that powered me to chug through the railroad of gray asphalt. Out of coal, and out of grease I started giving out as if there was nothing left to give to the run.

But when the bass dropped in this song, there was one last thing I could give. A fuck. Fuck it. Fuck coal, too. The song poured power into me like kerosene, I became a motherfucking rocket. I sprinted. And when I say I sprinted, I mean it. My heart pumped adrenaline until I sprinted it all out. I almost sprinted like a Kenyan. The euphoria of finishing this challenge made me feel awesome as shit. I finished the four miles. Four miles might seem like a little shit compared to what you may have done. Or a giant mongering one... But it doesn't matter, because those were the most awesome four miles of my life.

Trivia

  • I'm attached to this song from a memory I remember so vividly. Steam bellows out of my mouth through the burning cold weather, and even with all of the adrenaline, my entire body freezes red running my fourth mile, the longest I've ran in my life. "Why do I do this?" I ask myself. "Why don't I just stop running, and get a ride h-" The drums of this song took attention away from the thought, miraculously they reminded me that these questions were traps. There is no stop. I felt as heavy as a train moving through an arctic storm, my feet cold, like steel axles when I continued to glow freezing red like hot coals that powered me to chug through the railroad of gray asphalt. Out of coal, and out of grease I started giving out as if there was nothing left to give to the run.

But when the bass dropped in this song, there was one last thing I could give. A fuck. Fuck it. Fuck coal, too. The song poured power into me like kerosene, I became a motherfucking rocket. I sprinted. And when I say I sprinted, I mean it. My heart pumped adrenaline until I sprinted it all out. I almost sprinted like a Kenyan. The euphoria of finishing this challenge made me feel awesome as shit. I finished the four miles. Four miles might seem like a little shit compared to what you may have done. Or a giant mongering one... But it doesn't matter, because those were the most awesome four miles of my life.

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