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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:32 PM Post #1 |
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RECY - Chaptah -1 - Yes that's read "Negative One", FYI A tall, somewhat out-of-shape young adult male was lounging at his computer, eating his third bag of Three Musketeers in a week and sipping on a Mt. Dew. He gazed lazily over the inactive forums he frequented, wondering about what he's eat for dinner later that night when suddenly, his door was bolted open by a slightly younger male with disheveled black hair and overly-enthusiastic outlook on life. "Yo!" the new arrival exclaimed, "Sup?" "Ahh, SFX," the elder mused, "Wastefully cheerful as always," "I have a name, y'know," the younger snicker, "You know! Sean? Ring any bells? Anyways..." The older, Jeff, interrupted, "You don't have a car. How'd you get here, anyway?" "I walked," Sean nodded triumphantly. "You live in an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT STATE FROM ME," Jeff exclaimed. "I was bored," Sean shrugged, "So, what's up?" "How'd you get in here, anyways? My doors are all locked..." Jeff trailed off, "Never mind. Since you're here, let's do something..." "Let's go harass the other people on our forum!" Sean exclaimed, "Y'know, the one that Root and I had to continually bug you for like, the better part of a year to get you to join?" "I suppose you're going to suggest we walk there too, huh?" Jeff sighed. "Yeah! Let's go bug Root first!" Sean suggested. "Sounds like a transition if every there was one..." Jeff nodded. "Nosegay is a really weird word, isn't it?" Sean randomly commented. "Stop talking," the older replied as they locked up the house and set off on the road. "I didn't know it was legal to walk on Highway 95!" Sean exclaimed. "It isn't," Jeff mused. --TO BE CONTINUED... maybe. |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:32 PM Post #2 |
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Chapter 0 - Manhattan Transfer minus the tone deafness! Or something like that. Riding atop an eastbound train, Jeff and Sean quickly gathered their thoughts. "Sure was nice of the conductor to give us a free ride, huh?" Sean laughed. "It wasn't a 'free ride'," Jeff reminded him, "We leaped on board from a highway overpass and if I remember correctly, you nearly broke your legs doing so," "Irrelevant details. Anyways, where's this train heading?" Sean replied. "Westward," Jeff nodded, "We're going to pick up Root, since he lives geographically the closest to me and you're already here," "We're going east!" Sean exclaimed. "... S**t," Jeff grunted, "Okay, the next time we pass with a train going WEST, we're going to jump from the roof of this train onto THAT train," "Oh dear..." Sean worried. A matter of prolific and large bruises later, Jeff and Sean re-oriented themselves westward on board of a bullet train. " 'It's not that big a deal, Sean'!" Sean mumbled, " 'You just jump off and land and hang on. It won't hurt that much if you don't fall!' . How'd that pan out for us?" he grumbled angrily. "Hey, it's your fault for slipping off," Jeff retorted, "And the fact that the trains just so happened to run near a porcupine ranch just so happened to be your unlucky day," He reminded Sean, removing a rather large barb from his friend's arm. "Ow," Sean groaned, "And the fact that we went from a steam locomotive onto a BULLET TRAIN?!" "Coincidence," Jeff quipped. "I didn't know steam engines ran on paralleled tracks to bullet trains!" the young whined. "Meh. Better you than me," Jeff nodded. "I hate you sometimes," Sean growled. "And I hate you all the time," Jeff nodded solemnly, "Anyhow, we'll be at Root's house soon," "Wait, how do we get DOWN from here?" Sean exclaimed. "Well, let's just say that they didn't bother to give us parachutes when we leaped on board," the elder mused. "Oh no," Sean sighed, "You do this to me on purpose don't you, jerk?" However, Sean took a sudden newfound interest in his shoes when Jeff glared at him, "Never mind..." "Oh. This is where we get off," Jeff realized, "Let's go!" "OOOOH NOOOOO!" Sean said as he was forced to leap off a high-speed bullet train to the rocky terrain below. After our heroes got out of the hospital, they arrived at their friend's, Root, door. The door opened and upon seeing Jeff and Sean, he quickly shut it again. "Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying!" Root exclaimed. "Open the door before I kick you in the balls," Sean threatened. The door slowly opened as an unenthusiastic youth glanced out at them, "What are you guys doing here?" "Someway to say "Hey, guys!"," Jeff mumbled, "Anyhow, we're going off on a grand, 40-50 hour RPG adventure and we need at least three people to do it," "No," Root replied, "I don't go unless the party consists of at LEAST six people!" "Fine," Sean nodded, "We'll go get some other people after you, but you're coming with us," "But I can't just leave. I have homework and stuff and..." Root began trying to decline before the other two grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him away from the safety of his home, "HELP! HELP!" Root pleaded, "HELP! FIRE! MURDER! RAPE!" "You wish," Jeff mumbled. "Who's next, then?" Sean asked. "Rem," Jeff nodded. "OH DEAR GOD! You're going to drag her into this madness too?!" Root attempted to dissuade them, much to little effect. "Hey!" Sean exclaimed, "Now that we have Root, we should have... ROOT BEER!" Sean then rightfully hung his head in shame as Jeff and Root glared at him, "Sorry,"... TOO BE CONTINUED... |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:32 PM Post #3 |
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Chapter 1 - Finally to an orthodox numbering system! Or... ARE WE? Yeah we are. But ARE WE REALLY?! Maybe. No. No. Not really. The trio of Sean, Jeff and Root went running over top a number of cars in the middle of a New York traffic jam. "Isn't this why they installed sidewalks?" Root asked. "This is the way they did it in MegaMan X, this is the way WE do it!" Jeff replied, his eyes going misty as he reflected on his wasted youth. "You see," Root glanced over his shoulder at the pursuing police units, "This is why I didn't want to come with. You guys always get into trouble somehow or the other..." "Could always be worse," Sean cited, as he knocked out the windshield of a Mitsubishi, "It could be RAINING!" As if on cue, thunder roared in the sky. "God, I hate you," Root groaned, narrowly avoiding a rather larcenous penguin. "We're close to Rem's, aren't we?" Sean asked. "... yes," Root lied, as he drew yet another nonsensical circle on Jeff's map, "See? We take that blue road there," "Look, Root," Jeff said as he glanced at the person in question, "In spite of my, shall we say, limited knowledge of map use, I'm 99.9% sure that that blue line you're instructing us to follow is, in fact, a river," "You need to trust me more!" Root smiled, mischievously, "We'll be at Rem's in no place!" "Okay, we trust you," Sean nodded sagely as he went head-first into an outlet of the Hudson Bay. "Somehow, I feel dubious about your intent," Jeff commented. "Whatever do you mean?" Root questioned. After many hours of fishing for Sean, the three finally arrived in some random, dark, back alleyway. "I feel more dubious NOW then I did when you made Sean swim in the Hudson," Jeff commented. Suddenly, a suspicious shadow fell over Sean... "OH EM GEE!" Sean exclaimed as he fell over. Suddenly, from the shadows, ironically, emerged Shade, "Oh! Dude!" he wailed with laughter, "You should've seen your face! It was PRICELESS!" "Oh, great," Sean grumbled, "It's like in Chrono Trigger where you go to get the totally awesome frog swordsman and you, instead, get the crazy cave woman... just our luck," TO BE CONTINUED... |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:33 PM Post #4 |
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Chapter 3 sacked chapter 2 and chapter 4, but then was sacked by chapter 6, which was sacked by chapter 5. Chapter 5 - The Quest for the slightly significant Trail Mix "Oh man, Shade!" Root sighed, "You just about gave us all heart attacks!" "Yeah," Shade trailed off, "Umm... so what are we doing in New York, anyhow?" "Dat's a gewd kreschun. We may ate be able to wocate an uddah enehgee emission fwom dah wadawh woom. When we find dat meteowh, we'we fine Doctah Wiwee!" Sean exclaimed before being beaten into a senseless pulp by the others. "We're looking to form a group in which we shall dance the dance of raining pies," Jeff explained. "Why does your explanation for forming a party every time you give it?" Root asked, "And why does it make less sense each time?" "Well, dancing is as good a reason as I can think. Can I come?" Shade asked. "Sure, if you promise not to do anything that will harm anyone but Sean," Root nodded in agreement. "Yeah," Jeff shrugged, "Why not?" "Yeah!" Sean stated as he returned to his feet, "I mean... HEY! Wait a sec!" "Great! It's decided!" Shade agreed, folding his arms, "But where to now?" "Dunno," Jeff mused, "-SOMEBODY- isn't being a very helpful navigator," "And -SOMEBODY-," Root mimicked Jeff's intonation, "Is a jerk and needs to STFU and GTFO before I find something... painful... to... do... to... you... jerk..." "Witty," Jeff nodded, "But we're taking Rem with us, end of discussion," "HATE YOU SO MUCH," Root growled through his teeth. "So," Sean paused as he dusted his shoulders off, "This chapter doesn't actually have ANYTHING to do with Trail Mix, does it?" "Doubtful," Shade shrugged. Suddenly, the skies parted and the very seas stood still in awe of a light that transcended the physical, the ethereal, the spiritual and the cognitive. A beauty that shown forth that could have pierced the psyche of a madman and made him unto a saint. This light, this power, this wonder beyond space and time that made galaxies quake... then the author realized that he wasn't writing in his second novel, and the light poofed out like a candle's flame and the story resumed. "That made no sense whatsoever," Root sighed as he stated the obvious. However, in his rush to elaborate his condemned period of exile into this fanfic and the current condition of the 4th wall, an overly-excited girl rushed to his side, frantically raving something about "pink turtles". "Hi!" She wailed. "R-Rem!" Root stuttered. "That made things simple," Sean nodded, now with a renewed faith in convenience. "Where are we going now?" Shade asked, as Jeff began leading the troupe onwards. "We're going to Washington state," Jeff informed them. "Y-you don't mean..." Sean stuttered. "We're going to get... DIETAKU!" Jeff nodded. TO BE CONTI-- "HEY!" Rem shouted as she broke the flow of space and time with a mighty kick of her steel-toed boots, "I only got one line in this chapter? No. No. We're not ending it like that!" "She's right," Root nodded in agreement, "Even I got more lines in my debut chapter!" "I didn't!" Shade pouted. "No one likes you," Sean grinned before being reminded of the hilarity that ensues when kicked in the groin - for the onlookers anyhow - as Shade's foot met Sean's two best friends, and by that I don't mean Jeff and Root. "You've gotten off scot-free for too long!" Root exclaimed, punching Jeff upside the head, causing him to stumble into the brawl that had erupted from Shade and Sean. For no justifiable reason, Rem joined the crazed battle just for fun, and to kick people in various places, when the remainder of the closing text had fallen back into place from the lower regions of the thermosphere where it had briefly gone. --NUED |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:33 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter 7 - Because the other chapters are either sacked, dead, or too far down the line. Oh, and 9 went into rehab for being under 18. It was a long and very cold flight across the USA. Primarily because, due to lack of financial planning on Jeff and Sean's part, the best transit they could get was chasing after a taking-off aircraft, jumping on board the wheel and holding on to the metal supports and hang on for the multi-hour, non-stop flight to Seattle. However, Rem and Sean got impatient and caused the door beneath the wheels to open, sucking and then hurling out the team of five as they plummeted to the Earth below. Now, now, don't worry. No one dies in this story. They just get really big boo-boos. "Well, that hurt," Sean grunted, pulling himself out of the Sean-shaped crater he left behind upon impact. " "We'll just go in the wheel compartment!"," Root sneered, "Nice planning, Jeff," "Hey," Jeff raised a hand defensively as he and Root climbed down from the tree they landed in, "It worked out a lot better in TMNT - now available on DVD!" "Way to go," Shade grumbled, slowly slinking down from the unusually out-of-place rock structure he had crashed upon, "You sold out my website in a single breath!" "The only thing sold out here is my love of capitalistic greed," Jeff sighed, as if recalling some fond love from his youth. "Anyways," Sean grumbled, "Where are we?" "Wyoming," a familiar voice chimed in as a tall, dirty-blonde male wearing glasses, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a long, flowing green coat exclaimed as he stepped forward. "I-it's you!" Sean gasped. "How are you, gentlemen? All your sense of location are belong to us," He nodded heedingly, "Yes, it is I! Dieter!" "But we're not even in the right state," Shade cited. "Too true," Dieter nodded again, "But, you see, had I waited patiently for you all to come to me, then I wouldn't have gotten but a few lines at the end of this chapter. By coming here now, I eliminate the possibility of getting shivved, you see," "Brilliant," Shade admitted, "But that still doesn't answer why I was in New York..." "Irrelevant," Sean stated firmly, "You'd be amazed how uncommon common sense is," "Or how rare common courtesy is," Jeff agreed. "Or how common the common cold is!" Rem chimed in. "Or how did we survive falling from that high?" Root demanded. "Anyways, Jeff already told me who's who," Dieter told them, then began gesturing at them, "You're Shadow, Root Beer Float, Rapid Eye Movement, and finally, the mighty sound effects. Oh, wait, you're like... the Department of Defense now, aren't you? You keep changing your name, it makes it hard to keep up..." "Close enough," Jeff nodded, and received nasty glares from the other teammates. "I saw some wanted posters with your mugs on 'em," Dieter mentioned in passing, "What did you do, and why are you forming a party of misfits?" "We're trying to prove that 0 DOES equal 0," Jeff replied casually. "SEE?!" Root exclaimed, "His reason changed again! And it makes less sense again!" "I think you're reading into this mess a little too much," Sean muttered. "Well, unless you guys are content with the size of the group, I say we find the main bad guy and PWNZ him," Dieter suggested, lifting his finger and pointing towards the sky dramatically. "Actually, there's one guy I'd like to go and pick up," Shade replied. "Convenient," Sean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he's actually an optional character," Shade nodded, "You see, if you enter the Konami code 30 times, then do the macarena, we have a 1/8776 chance of running into him on the 1x1 pixel-large plot of land in the ocean we can't access until we have the airship!" "Where'd you get that code?" Rem sneered, "Gamefaqs?" "I'm pretty sure I have him on one of my other save files," Shade shrugged. "Who is it?" Dieter asked, "Someone we know?" "No," Shade shook his head, "But Jeff, Root and Sean do. His name is Kobra, and he'll be of great service to us," "Heh," Sean sneered, "As a meat shield," as Shade rammed his foot into Sean's Oran Berries and made them into a PokeBlock. "Let's go get him then," Dieter nodded, "Do we have an air ship?" "I do!" Jeff suddenly stated, drawing out a rather large zeppelin from his back pocket, "My mom ordered it on QVC, and I thought it might be helpful on our epic quest!" "Wait, you had that the whole time?" Root exclaimed. "Err... I can expla--" but Jeff did not get to finish as the rest of his comrades jumped him and beat him into the dirt before dragging his half-dead corpse onto the ship and taking off. However, they didn't know how to fly it and quickly lost control somewhere over the rainbow. TO BE CONTINUED! |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:33 PM Post #6 |
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Chapter 10 - Chapter 10 traded numbers with Chapter 8 so Chapter 8 could have more time to prepare his presentation on Where Carmen San Diego really is. "We're all gonna die," Root grunted, hanging tight to the various poles that lined the walls. "What an uplifting way to start the chapter!" Dieter snickered, holding tight to the walls as well whilst his glasses magically remained affixed to his face. The ship continued spiraling out of the control, with no one being able to get to the wheel or controls. "Didn't this thing come with an instruction manual?!" Shade shouted angrily. "I think so!" Jeff nodded, clinging desperately to the main control panel, "I remember seeing a book here in the glove box," He mentioned as he opened it and a book zipped over his shoulder and smashed, page-open, across Rem's face with a resounding "POW". "That looked painful," Dieter muttered. "What's it say?" Root asked, "And are you okay? That sound just... ow..." Rem began reading, "The Infinite Improbability Drive is a wonderful new method of crossing vast interstellar distances in a mere nothingth of a second without all that tedious mucking about in hyperspace. The only problem is you will never know where or what you will be when you get out," "A copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?! How much good does THAT do us?" Root grunted. "I think that means we're all going to DIE," Sean shouted. "Y'know, in spite of the consistency gravity usually implies, we've been in the falling through the air for a surprisingly long time," Dieter noticed. "Stop saying words," Sean rebutted, using his best falsetto voice. "You do that too well," Dieter casually mentioned. "You'd know, ye with your bishononous good looks," Sean shot back. "So says the one that one good snip would make you the next Playboy centerfold..." Dieter replied. "Oops," Shade casually sighed, "Ground's coming," The zeppelin then exploded in a giant fireball visible from space, which opened a hole in time and space and hurled them into an alternate dimension full of bright, happy colors, unicorns, bunnies, butterflies and happiness. Needless to say, the group was both frightened and disturbed. "I am both frightened and disturbed," Rem stated flatly. "This story went from highly improbable to just downright weird," Jeff commented. "Hey, guys!" Another male addressed them, "How'd you guys get here?!" "Kobra!" Shade smiled, "Hey, man, where are we and how do we get out?" "We might want to hurry," Root advised, "Rem isn't doing too well," Then he gestured to the girl who was curled into a ball in the fetal position, weeping and whining something about a man named Kenneth and his frequency. "Well, you see," Kobra shrugged, "I was going into my kitchen to get a snack, when I met Rod Serling," "The guy who made the Twilight Zone?" Dieter asked. "Yeah," Kobra nodded, "Him. Well, he told me that I had gone too far because I... umm... I did something that accidentally triggered a series of events that will lead to the Earth's destruction or something like that. I was kind of hungry, so I wasn't listening," "Of course," Jeff sighed. "Nobody listens to warnings about accidentally causing the planet's destruction, right?" Sean groaned. "I dunno. Anyways, he said that I had to follow some wormhole in my oven and... I said 'ok'," Kobra explained, "When I went through, I ended up here," "You met a dead man in your kitchen, who told you to enter a space-time phenomena not accurately explained by science and all you said was 'ok'?!" Dieter stared, deadpan. "Basically," Kobra nodded, "And I never did get my snack, do any of you have anything edible on you?" "We're in deeper trouble than I thought..." Shade sighed. TO BE CONTINUED! |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:34 PM Post #7 |
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Chapter 8: You didn't find Carmen Sandiego, but you do get the consolation prize of Rice-a-roni, the San Francisco treat and a lovely version of our boring home game. Better luck next time, slick Rick. "Sorry, we didn't think to pack food," Sean mumbled, "In fact, we didn't pack ANYTHING, since we didn't honestly expect things to turn out this way," "Oh, that figures," Kobra muttered, "But now what are we gonna do? Stay here in happy-fuzzy-bunny land forever?" "Well, we could eat the bunnies," Rem suggested, with perhaps a smidge too much enthusiasm. "We -could-," Dieter replied, "But then again, lots of things work well in theory. We don't know if these bunnies are anything like the ones of our world. For all we know, they're Zero-Kamikaze-Intercontinental-Ballistic-Missile bunnies," "Oh, c'mon, dude, what're the odds of THAT?" Jeff snickered. As soon as the words left his lips, cosmic irony took over as one of the rabbits fired off like a rocket and destroyed a nearby mountain. "Okay," Jeff sighed, "Who saw THAT one coming? Show of hands?" As he quickly counted the palms of his six compatriots, "Figures..." As the dust settled in the distance, something began shaking the ground. "Huh?" Shade gasped, "What's that?" As they gazed up, a gigantic donut-shaped building rolled towards them before slowing to a stop a few feet away. Upon closer inspection, they found it WAS a donut, albeit an incredibly large and stale one. "MANNA FROM HEAVEN!" Kobra cried as he attempted to bite the rock-hard structure, generating pain that his ancestors felt. Meanwhile, 231 years ago, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the signers of the Declaration of Independence read the newly-written text aloud, "When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one peo-- OWWW! WHAT THE CRAP WAS THAT?!" Back to the future (Heh), the seven gazed upon the unusual structure as what appeared to be a security camera extended from it to look at them. A hauntingly beautiful woman's voice emitted from the camera, "Are you here to participate in the games?" "Is food involved?" Kobra asked. "Yes," the voice replied. "Then, yes," Kobra nodded sagely, "We are the ones here to participate in the games. Let us in," "Very well," the camera chimed, as the camera returned and a large door opened, allowing them access. "This is undoubtedly the dumbest thing we've done so far," Sean calmly stated as they began moving in. "Even moreso than piloting a ship we didn't know how to fly? Or trusting Root to navigate us to a person he didn't want us to find? Or jump off a bullet train in motion?" Jeff asked. "Shut it up, you," Sean retorted. "Shut it up, me," Jeff mused, "Shh... my common sense is tingling..." Inside the building, they were met by another camera who had the same voice from before. "Yo!" Jeff exclaimed, waving. "You seven have been inducted into the most exciting games in the universe!" the voice informed them, "The EVIL OLYMPICS!" "The evil Olympics?" Shade asked. "No," the voice reprimanded, "The EVIL OLYMPICS! You must shout it at the top of your lungs when you say it," "O-okay," Root replied, "But what events are in the evi--... EVIL OLYMPICS?" "There are seven events," the voice chimed. "Convenient," Dieter mumbled. "They are as follows," the voice began, "The 100 meter Leap of Death Over a Fiery Pit, Hide-n-Seek to the Death, Crab Battle, Sean Punting, beating "I Wanna Be The Guy: The Movie: The Game" without dying once, Spambot Army Battle, and a standard One-on-One Melee battle!" "I so got Crab battle!" Jeff wasted no time exclaiming. "Fine, I'm taking Hide-n-Seek to the death," Dieter nodded. "You?" Sean asked, "Ye with the worst eye sight among us all are taking Hide-n-Seek?" "Absolutely," Dieter replied whimsically. "Okay..." Sean trailed off, still wondering which event he wanted. However, the others didn't wait for him as Rem exclaimed, "100 meter leap of death over a fiery pit! Right here!" "You're WAY too excited about this..." Root muttered, "Okay, I'll take Sean punting," "That Spambot Army is going DOWN!" Shade exclaimed, excitedly hurling his clenched fists above his head. "I'll do the melee battle. It sounds the easiest," Kobra mused. "Then..." Sean began, then the reality hit him, "WAIT! I have to beat I wanna be the guy with no deaths?!" "Ha-ha!" Jeff cried, "So, what happens if we fail?" "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," the voice affirmed him, "Let's waste no time. Come to the arena. Follow me," the camera slid down the wall, to an open arena, which was the donut's 'hole'. "Wait a sec, wasn't this building like... sideways not 15 minutes ago?" Dieter asked. "What we don't know can't hurt us," Shade mentioned. "I suppose," Dieter sighed, "I just got this really bad feeling about this..." "Hey!" Kobra exclaimed, "Where's the food?!" "After the events," the voice answered, "The first event is traditional opening event - the beating of IWBTG with no deaths!" "WHAT?!" Sean exclaimed, "I have to go FIRST?! I don't even get time to contemplate a strategy or anything?!" "If you wish to forfeit, just say so," the voice commented. "Heh heh, c'mon, don't be a quitter. Just do the best you can," Jeff mused. Sean grumbled, "Easy for YOU to say," as he took up the controller. Then he died on the first screen of the game, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Sean loses," the camera's voice announced, "And now, his punishment," "Punishment..." Sean gulped. Then, in a flash, Sean was sealed in a small chamber. Apparently the walls were sound proofed, as no one could hear his screaming, or punching the walls. "I don't get it. That doesn't look so bad," Dieter wondered aloud. "Inside that chamber is Barbra Streisand music on infinite loop," the voice explained. "Oh my God! That's cruel and unusual!" Jeff cried out. "Next event," The voice interrupted, "Next up is the one-on-one melee battle," "Heh!" Kobra sneered, "This'll be easy!" From the opposite end of the arena came a small school girl with a teddy bear in tow, "W-what?" Kobra gasped suddenly, "That's my enemy? You're kidding! This has got to be illegal somehow..." "YOU DARE BRING LIGHT INTO MY LAIR?!" the little girl screamed with a strangely unsuitable voice, "YOU MUST -DIE-!" as she shot poorly-animated lightning from her hands and hit Kobra - who, as the others predicted, fainted upon impact, and was beamed into the glass room with Sean. "Dear God," Dieter gulped, "Who's next?" "Next up is the crab battle," the voice mentioned in passing. "Do I at LEAST get a weapon?" Jeff groaned. "Yes. You may pick from the WALL OF GLORIOUS WEAPONRY OF LEGENDARY EPIC PROPORTIONS!" the voice excitedly told him. "Alright! Sounds great!" the combatant replied as he was shown the wall. There was a broom, a bucket, a sponge, a mop and some Windex, "Wha-what is this? "Glorious weaponry or legendary epic proportions" my foot!" Jeff cried. "Pick a freaking weapon," the voice sighed. "This isn't weaponry! This is a broom closet!" he then grabbed the mop and Windex and then was met with a giant enemy crab based on actual Japanese history. "HOW LONG DID THE AUTHOR HAVE TO FIGHT THE URGE TO DO THIS TO ME?!" Jeff wailed to the gods, who merely snickered and ate some more jelly beans. However, Jeff remembered that Windex solves everything, and so he flipped the crab over, held it down and defeated it with his own, unique, devastating combo. "Hm~ an unforeseen turn of events," the voice mused, "Next is the 100 meter leap of death over a fiery pit," "Yes!" Rem exclaimed, "My turn!" as the ground before her sunk into a fiery mass that seemed to be the in-between of magma and plasma. Rem took a swift chug of Red Bull, sprouted wings and flew across to safety. "Curses," the voice from the camera sighed, "I should've guessed the overseers of this world would frown upon the harming of a female... well, it matters not. Next event is the Spambot Army battle!" "That makes it my turn," Shade nodded sagely, borrowing Jeff's mop as he walked to the center of the arena. The Spambots rushed out, all shouting wildly about pr0n and refinancing mortgages, among other things no one cares about. Shade then-- ***We interrupt this story with a brief message from the author. "I would like to take this moment to let everybody know that I am insanely biased. Sorry. Please feel free to get over it," Truly stirring words. Back to the fight - already in progress.*** ... as he struck the last spambot down, Shade held the mop over his head and shouted, "THIS IS GAMING OVERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!" "Oh my God!" Dieter exclaimed, "That was the coolest fight EVER!" "Totally!" Rem shouted. "Man, they could put that on Pay-Per-View and make a fortune!" Jeff agreed. "Very well," the voice said, sounding increasingly frustrated, "Next up is Hide-n-Seek to the death," "Heh. Let's do it!" Dieter snickered, "It's an open field, how could I miss anyone like this?" As he uttered that phrase, several enormous rock formations emitted up from the field, blocking any and all clear views across the field, "... smeck," he sighed, "I guess I better get going," Suddenly, Dieter found amidst the rocks a scantily clad harem of anime babes, all who got their jollies from watching super mecha anime and totally loved him... or, at least, that's what he was hoping for. In actuality, he found the rock formations were actually all a part of a massive golem, who smashed him into the ground, forcing him into the punishment chamber as well. "Hey!" Jeff exclaimed, "That's no fair!" "Life isn't fair," the camera snipped back, "The last event, is Sean punting!" "Wait," Root muttered, "You're not seriously asking me to..." Before he could finish his thought, Sean appeared before him, "Oh, man, you are..." "Huh? What's up?" Sean asked, "At least I'm OUT of that punishment hole. It was awful..." "You must send Sean out of the stadium," the voice explained, "As far as you possibly can," "Okay," Root sighed, focusing all his inner energies. He then began spamming the flutter jump-kick like Yoshi in melee, wracking up Sean's damage meter, then brandished the homerun bat and sent Sean into the lower realms of the stratosphere. "We won!" Jeff exclaimed, "4-3!" "Indeed," the voice replied. Then, the punishment chamber fell apart worse than the truth in a Michael Moore documentary, and then, so did the donut Colosseum. "What?!" Shade exclaimed, "We didn't even kill Mother Brain and this whole place is coming down on us?!" Second later, they were buried by the delicious rubble. Sean then returned from the atmospheric trip, slamming into the ground with the force equal to that of a low-wield nuclear warhead, launching all the seven into the farthest reaches of space. "Oh no!" Root groaned, "Now what?" Rem brandished her copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy once again, "“What to do if you find yourself stuck with no hope of rescue: Consider yourself lucky that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your present circumstances seems more likely, consider yourself lucky that it won't be troubling you much longer.”" "Just stop talking," Dieter sighed as they began to approach a very large fleet of ships... TO BE CONTINUED! |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:34 PM Post #8 |
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Chapter 12: "Bob" spelled backwards is "Bob". There is no chapter 11. Styrofoam. *AUTHOR'S NOTE* Due to the fact that this is, in fact, an opera being held in space (AKA: a Space Opera) you must bare in mind everyone here is singing, so this chapter will be done in slightly unorthodox format. The group of seven has broken into three groups to address the alien invaders. The first group is Jeff and Dieter, the second is made up of Root and Rem, whilst the last group contains Sean, Kobra and Shade. Let's tune in now. (Group 1) Dieter: Holy crap on a stick! It's an alien invasion! We're strangers in a strange land! Jeff: To quote Mic Sounders 13th - Let's handy-hand. Dieter: Bah. Alien 1: How are you gentlemen? All your-- Dieter: Finish that meme and I'll bust your face. Jeff: Holy crap, I want out of this place. Alien 2: We're here to kill you tiny Earthlings. Dieter: Bah. Jeff: What are you things? Alien 1: We're from the planet of Kebert Xela. Jeff: Did you just say you're a wine cellar? Alien 2: How did you make such an embarrassing faux pas? With whom do you think you're messing?! Jeff: With voices like yours, to be deaf at this point would be a blessing. Dieter: Bah. Jeff: Why are you strange creatures after us? Alien 1: To prevent you from interfering with us. Jeff: I don't understand. Is this some sort of trick? Alien: 1: No! We have kidnapped all the Earthling Otaku-Chicks! Dieter: Bah. Alien 2: Do you think we're joking? Do you think we'd bother kidding with you vermin? Jeff & Dieter: Please don't start that sermon! (Group 2) Rem: Ooo! Check it out! Alien hordes! Root: To be fascinated rather than scared right now, I'd guess you're pretty bored. Alien 3: Tiny Earthlings! You don't understand the gravity of your situation! Root: Then there's something I must reveal then. Alien 3: Eh? Do you think this amusing? Root: If you irritate her, you're in for a bruising. I'm telling you this for your own good. Rem: I'll kick my way right through your ship's hood! *flails* Alien 3: Heh! You do not scare me! I have a very shiny penny! Rem: Ooooooooooooooo! Gimmie! Root: If you think your little trinket will bring you good luck, the reality is that you're pretty screwed... Rem: That didn't rhyme-- Root: I just didn't have the heart this time. Alien 3: My lucky charm shall protect my skin! Rem: I WANT IT! GIVE IT TO ME OR I'LL KICK YOUR HEAD IN! *Proceeds to kick the ship repeatedly, shaking the alien about* Alien 3: Agh! Wha--? How-?! Why?! Root: I tried to warn you, but you were none so wise... Rem: SHINY! SHINY! GIMMIE! GIMMIE! Alien 3: I'LL NEVER HAND OVER MY LUCKY PENNY! Root: You're not too smart, guy... Rem: SO NOW YOU SHALL DIE!!! (Group 3) Shade: It doesn't look like these aliens are together. They seem to be the same species but the emblem on their chests... Kobra: Why should we be concerned when the EVIL OLYMPICS proved us to be the best? Sean: Why am I lumped together with you two? Shade: Because you got the short straw, so you lose... Alien 4: Surrendor to the might of the Spambot Emissary! Sean: Is this singing really necessary? Alien 4: I'm afraid it is, for there is no other way to prove just how utterly awesome we bez! Sean: Tch. Rhyming with 1337, will end with your d3f337. Shade: *kicks Sean upside the head* Sean: OW! PAIN! SMECK! Kobra: Hey! Careful! Any harder and you would've snapped his neck! Alien 4: We, the Spambot Army, have come to get our revenge on Shade! Kobra: Is that all? Just say so, and Sean and I will make it OKAY'D Sean: I was wondering how you intended to rhyme that name. Shade: I hate you both just the same. Sean: Everyone seems to have gone all rhyme-y Shade: Shut the crap up, you stupid limey. Alien 4: Hah! Your obscure references shall not save you and your kin! Kobra: Then take all our reference section! *hurls a bookshelf into the Alien's ship, sending it reeling backwards* Sean: Wow! That was really quick thinking! Kobra: I have to redeem my character since that last chapter left is stinking... Shade: There's no choice now - we must chase after the Spambot Army - and bow out... Kobra: As much as I hate to say it, you're probably right... Sean: WHAT?! We only get one part tonight?! Shade: No complaining at this point! Kobra: It's time to wreck this joint! I have fansite bonus points to reap! Sean: And Shade has many more tears to weap. Shade: And many awesome moments to keep. (Group 1) Dieter: All that time just to loop back around? Bah. Jeff: We're in space. We're not even on solid ground... Alien 1: Dieter! You keep saying "Bah" are you some kind of sheep? Don't understand that I have all the anime-loving girls, upon whom you love to peep? Dieter: !!! Alien 2: It seems we've struck a nerve! Dieter: @($*$)@*#)#&*@)$&*!!! Jeff: What obscenity rhymes with "nerve", anyway? Dieter: I SHALL CRUSH THOSE WHO TAKE HOSTAGES FOR A SPORT ANY DAY! Jeff: Not like you'd have cared in the least, had it been someone else - or me. Dieter: At least you already understand the way things be. Alien 1: What do you intend to do - you being so small and our ships so big? Dieter: If anime has taught me anything it's that size isn't everything! Jeff: Do the impossible, see the invisible. Dieter: ROW! ROW! GAO-FIGH-GAR! *shines for a moment before his green coat turns gold* ARISE! KING OF SPAM! DANDANDAN! Jeff: Here it is! Our master plan! *shines too as his hat turns silver* Alien 2: PARTNER! WHAT DOES THE SCOUTER SAY ABOUT THEIR POWER LEVEL?! Alien 1: IT'S OVER NINE-THOUSAAAAAAAAAND! Alien 2: NINE-THOUSAND?! Alien 1: NINE-THOUSAND! Alien 2: NINE-THOUSAND?! Jeff & Dieter: NINE-THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND! THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAND! THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND! *Begin beating into the ship over and over again* Alien 1: Oh no! This is bad! Begin a full-scale retreat! Alien 2: All crew! On your tentacles and feet! Dieter: Doesn't it suck how these super forms only last like a minute or two? *Turns back to normal* Jeff: It wouldn't be a challenge if we could just plow right through... *turns back too* Besides, when on Earth could we do that power-up thing? Dieter: Who cares? Wasn't it, so far, the coolest thing? Jeff: Of that, I guess so... Alien 1: You haven't seen the last of us, you dirty little so-n-so's! Dieter: Hey! They're running away! After them! Jeff: Let's split up for now. We can regroup later again! (Group 2 - Finale Scene) Root: Sheeeeeeee's got~ a power and a force that you've never seen before! Rem: *kicking massive dents into the rapidly fleeing alien ship, grunting and gasping maniacally* Root: Sheeeeeee's got~ a nasty kick that hurts that will make your bodyyyyyyy sore! GO! GO! REMMY RANGER! Da-na-na-na-na~ GO! GO! REMMY RANGER! Da-na-na-na-naaaaa~ Rem: *breaks the ship's glass and leaps inside, mercilessly attacking everyone in sight* Root: Sheeeeeeeee knows~ the fate of your life is in the palm of her hands! Sheeeeeeee knows~ her entertainment is yoooooooour end! Nooooooooo one can ever quell her wrath! She'll keep beating you DOWN AND DOWN AND DOWN AND DOWN AND DOWN AND DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!!! *flies over to the ship and hops inside, attempting to take control of it* GO! GO! REMMY RANGER! Da-na-na-na-na~ GO! GO! REMMY RANGER! Da-na-na-na-naaaaaa~ Rem: Ooo! Hey, Root! I found something neat! Root: Is it edible? I'm sure Kobra'd like some meat... Rem: Look! it's a whip tied to a blender! Root: That doesn't sound logical - like a blender-blunder. Or perhaps a blunder-blunder? Rem: Neat! Now I can frappe-whip my foes into submission! Root: Then we should all live in fear then. Rem: I'll go beat them all up and you can steal their ship. Then we'll go across the universe for the trip of getting the shiny penny to it's proper place! I like rhyming like this - umm... face? I'm out of ideas of what to say so I'll end my line with "purple"! Root: You're trying to distract me, but I can rhyme better than Steve Urkle. Rem: Poo. Root: But now what do we do? Rem: Is something wrong? Root: Well, the guys all went off in different directions - and this chapter's getting way too long. Rem: So, let's end it here, on an epic cliffhanger, since that big writer's strike is on and so forth. Root: At least seeing Sean singing was a laugh's worth... Let's send this song out on a classic one-liner. And something that doesn't have to do with whiners. Rem: Orange. Root: Door hinge. Rem: YOU'RE NO FUN! Root: This bizarre adventure has only just begun... TO BE CONTINUED! In normal format, even! |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:39 PM Post #9 |
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Chapter 14 - Chapter 13 was too superstitious, so it went the way of Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy and went to Area 51 to help Dogta Light fine Dogta Wiwy. --Shade, Kobra and Sean-- After pursuing the aliens for no justified reason, the three tired - and eventually drifted off to sleep. Not too long later, they awoke in a sea of black, though they could, somehow, see each other. "Where are we? Purgatory or something?" Shade asked. "No, I don't think so..." Sean commented, "I kind of imagined Purgatory being white and empty, not black and empty... but... um... AAAAAAGH! HOLY CRAP! THERE'S GIANT WHITE LETTERS!!!" "What are you talking about?" Kobra asked, surprised. "Look above us!!!" Sean wailed in fright. "What? What do you--?" Shade trailed off, "Whoa! He's right!" "Wow. More seem to be appearing, too," Kobra admitted, "But why? What does it all mean?" "Is this like the big 'GAME OVER - PRESS R TO RESTART' room in the sky?" Sean wondered. "Maybe... or maybe we're, like, INSIDE the very existence of time and space?" Shade suggested. "That doesn't sound like something you'd say," Kobra said. "I know, it just felt like the knowledge of the cosmos is pouring into me or something," Shade shrugged. "OH MY GOD!" Sean gasped in shock, "THERE'S WORDS BELOW US TOO!!!" "Wait," Kobra pointed upwards, "That's what Sean just said... we must be in the mystical realm beyond the 4th wall!" "I say 'oh' about six or seven lines down," Shade observed, "I wonder why..." Regaining his composure, Sean suggested, "I guess we can see the text that composes this story - which would explain why we have a black background and white text on either side of us... so, the text above us is our past, and the text blow us must logically be our future... that would explain everything, I guess," "Oh," Shade said. "So, if we read ahead, we can find the way out of here?" Kobra asked. "In theory," Sean shrugged, "Like I said, it's only an idea," "We gotta get back to the others," Shade began, but got cut off by Sean. "And now you're going to say, '...and we gotta get back into the realms of the 4th wall to do so'!" Sean coyly snickered. Shade went on, "...and we gotta get back into the realms of the 4th wall to do so... wait, how'd you know that?" "I read ahead!" Sean grinned. "So~" Shade wondered aloud, "To get back... we have to do... what?" "We have to break the 4th wall so we can walk through it in order to get back into our story!" Kobra suggested, lifting a finger up to accentuate his authority. "You have no authority," Shade quipped. "What?" Kobra asked. "You lifted a finger up to accentuate your authority," Shade told him, "See? You can read that after it says 'Kobra suggested'," "This chapter hurts my head," Sean commented. "So I was saying you have no authority," Shade re-affirmed his statement. "I never said I did. That was the author," Kobra reprimanded Shade. "Hey, do you think we can see the rest of the story from here too?" Sean asked. "Well, look up and try to see if you can see the other chapters," Kobra told him. "It'd be easier if you guys would stop talking so we'd quit being driven down the PAGE!!!" Shade screamed. "We can't stop talking! The story doesn't continue until we say something or do something noteworthy!" Sean rebutted. "Hee hee... the author said 'rebutted'," Shade giggled. Hey, stop that! Shade paused then looked around, "Who said that?" I did. "Who're you?" The author. "Oh crap..." Yeah. Stop screwing around. "I'd love to, but you're making this needlessly difficult..." If I just GIVE you morons a door back to the story, can I end this chapter and go to bed already? "Sounds fair, what do you guys think?" "Cool," Sean nodded. "Fine," Kobra agreed. "Of course... being the author..." Shade wondered aloud. Yeah, that more or less means I control what you say anyways... Then, suddenly, the repercussions of this chapter finally had their cosmic effects felt and the 4th wall, or more accurately what was LEFT of said wall, collapsed to ash, and the three heroes returned to Earth, somewhere in Iowa. After a long pause, Kobra glanced at the others, "Is this a whole lot better than where we were a few paragraphs ago?" "Not really," Shade and Sean chimed back in reply. "At least the others should be here soon, with any luck..." Kobra sighed, his faith in the author's writing ability rapidly diminishing. Little did they know said author could bug-flick them out of existence on a whim, but what they don't know won't hurt them... yet. --TO BE CONTINUED |
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| Sean | Jul 6 2008, 04:39 PM Post #10 |
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Chapter 17 - I'm totally not grasping for chapter titles at this point. And because chapter 15 and 16 are busy getting their learner's permits and running over penguins. -Root & Rem- Having crash-landed on an alien planet (or as Rem put it "I pushed some buttons and some lights came on and the next thing I knew, we were here!") Root and Rem stumbled wearily out of the hijacked ship onto the new world they landed on. "This must be an alien world!" Root exclaimed as soon as the thought registered with his shaken mind, "Rem! Do you still have that copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?!" "Uhh..." Rem padded herself down, "Ah! Here it is!" As she drew out the book which had suddenly changed shape from an enormous 500+ page volume to a small, notebook-sized black volume with the words "DON'T PANIC" embedded on the cover in inviting, gold, embossed letters. She opened it and was almost immediately confounded by the unusual touch-n-speak interface and in her fury was reduced to gnawing on the hard plastic in a temper tantrum. Root, naturally, sought more peaceful means as he pulled it out from her maw with no small effort on his part. He quickly tapped some buttons and spoke some phrases of varying moral standing in relation to the people of Earth before realizing the battery was chewed to the point of uselessness, so he discarded the volume into the massive ship that proved equally useless. "Well, that got us no where fast," Root sighed. Before either one could make any further snide remarks, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by the natives - these natives were primarily green-skinned guys who brandished generic barbarian spears in their general direction. Any sane person would have either fled, fought or attempted to establish contact, but this story still is, in fact, Random Exploits of Corrupted Youth and I take this time to remind you of such because no one in this world is sane - so Root panicked and Rem attempted to bite one of the native's kneecaps off for giggles. One lone native then took it upon himself to run in circles screaming something in a language Root and Rem didn't understand and several words in said language his kinsmen didn't much care for. Then again, it just as easily could've been a "her" since this particular group of aliens didn't have very much to differentiate them from their opposite sex, or even if they were from different families - which made things needlessly complicated at parties, so some of their kind took to actually wearing more than generic, brown loincloths, but due to peer pressure, they stopped this "maverick" behavior. Hey, don't look at me like that. Some civilizations come about faster than others. With Rem distracted, Root found himself until the point of about seven or eight spearheads. He attempted to speak to them in the few Earth languages he knew, but this only seemed to delay the matter, as the aliens seemed offended by just about anything he said. By this point in time, Root knew he was in deep crap. However, it probably would've helped Root had the guide actually been working, because this was a race of beings who communicated via sign language, and speaking in any language in any way was considered the supreme insult short of hitting them in the crotch with their own dead pet. And at this point, I'm going to stop the enormous homage to Douglas Adams and resume the plot. So, Root was in deep. Suddenly, before he could act or react, the broken ship and the broken guide fused together in a spectical of inadequately explored reasoning and formed a humanoid robot, baring female mammalian traits, if you know what I mean and I'm sure that you do. She then rushed to Root before strapping a large, awkward belt that probably did very little in the name of holding his pants up before saying, "Quick! Use this!" in a strangely soothing and somewhat familiar voice. "That would be easier for me if you explained to me how a belt is going to save my life!" Root exclaimed, half in fear the other in bloody-minded curiosity for the robot who bore traits that, for a robot, would serve no particular purpose beyond aesthetics. "Just flash this thing," she said, handing Root a large, rectangular nondescript object, "Overtop the belt and say 'HENSHIN' as manly-like as you can manage!" "That makes no sense. How's this going to help?" Root asked again. "It's not going to help at all if they stab you and make you dead," the robot sighed. "Fine, fine, fine," Root sighed, flashing the object before the belt, "HENSHIN!" he grunted as best as he could, feeling quite unable to imitate the likes of Chuck Norris, John Wayne or Captain America at the moment. In a flash, Root was transformed into a super-awesome super hero the likes of which the world had never known. That's because this alien world had no super heroes because comic books require dialogue which is, if you'll recall, offensive. On Earth he would look like he was wearing a black battlesuit and sporting a black motorcycle helmet and had powers comparable to AquaMan at best. Well aware of this predicament due to feeling actually weaker than he did before due to surprising weight of what looked to be a rather light get-up, Root sighed, "This sucks. What do I do now?!" The robot shook her head, "You weren't manly enough! So all you got was the weakest form the transformer could manage - the Suck Form." "Excuse me?" Root said as politely as he could having just been informed that he failed at life. "This is no good," the robot worried aloud, wondering just how long the natives would stand around and wait for this conversation to go on, "We'll need to find a way to enhance your powers!" "How do we do that?" Root asked, just about willing to believe anything at this point. "We'll summon demons to possess you and lend their power to you!" the robot suggested. "No," Root firmly stated, "Look, this is supposed to be a somewhat family-oriented story, but your very inclusion and the fact that this is called the "Suck Form" kind of is hurting that label. Maybe find a demon-like entity and call it something nicer," "Fine," the robot grunted, "I'll take some of your friends and make them into 'Energy Beings' to possess you. How's that?" "Much better," Root nodded, "So, who are you going to pick?" "We'll use... Jeff, Dietaku, Rem and Kobra!" she decided on a whim. How she knew of Root's friends is explainable but since that would break the flow of the current sequence, I won't elaborate here. Just as she finished that thought, uninterrupted by the author's attempts at deadpan humor, chibi-like, ethereal forms of the four she mentioned appeared and went inside of Root's belt. "You can switch between them," the robot explained, "Using the four buttons on your belt. The blue button calls on Jeff's form. The green button summons Dietaku's form. The pink button will draw Rem out and the black button will bring out Kobra's abilities!" "But I'll still be in charge, right?" Root worried, well aware of how eccentric his friends were. "Yes," the robot nodded, "But you'll be more like them," "JEFF FORM!" Root shouted, tapping the blue button. Suddenly, his armor gained heavier armor and a blue bottle cap opener that also has one of those little flat arm thingies for opening soda can tabs after you cut your nails back in his hand. Root then (somehow) dispatched of three of his attackers with mighty blows from the bottle cap opener, sending them flying through the air and exploding in aesthetically pleasing manners, but not quite in the same aesthetically pleasing way the robot appeared as. During this time, Root felt insatiable urges to eat pizza, drink Mt. Dew and contemplate why people willingly take algebra classes. "DIETAKU FORM!" Root hit the green button, having seen quite enough of Jeff's bizarre world views and having found out what "BBW" stands for, decided he knew more than he cared to. Suddenly, his armor became lightweight and collapsible, but he got a ping-pong paddle and a rather large supply of ping-pong balls at his side so he began using them, quickly doing away with two more enemies. In this form, he realized several varying mathematical theorems, but also was exposed to distant memories of 4chan pictures, so he quickly pressed the pink button, "REM FORM! REM FORM, FASTER, DARN YOU!" his armor suddenly became pink and jagged and suddenly was brandishing an enormous, spiked club. After dealing swift and hyperactive justice to two enemies, he tapped the black button and suddenly felt so incredibly depressed that he didn't care how his armor looked, so he tapped the pink button and made short work of the last enemy using Rem's power. After they were safe, Kobra returned to the others on Earth and Jeff, Dietaku and Rem resolidifed in front of him as Root's armor vanished. "That was fun!" Jeff snickered. Root hit Jeff and Dan upside their heads, "THAT WAS FOR SHOWING ME THOSE THINGS!!! GRAH!!!" "Who's she?" Rem asked, pointing to the robot-lady. "Oh..." Root wondered, "Good question." "I'll explain everything," the robot lady insisted, "Next chapter!" They all had a good faceplant into the ground below in anime-esque style as a "TO BE CONTINUED" block ceased their ability to push the story along further. TO BE CONTINUED! |
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