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Post by Dashe on Apr 28, 2013 14:49:36 GMT -5
Tuga! Awesome! You posted a drabble! High five!
And yes, I'd play a fangame about Rover. I'd probably play a Legends fangame about anything though. Even Reaverbot Eye Pong. Clearly I'm one of those quantity-over-quality types.
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Post by MegaTuga on Apr 30, 2013 17:13:12 GMT -5
*high-fives back*
Yeah, I did. I was afraid it wouldn't be accepted since Rover is basically a "fan-character". I believe he as a fandom naming, at least.
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Post by Kyle on May 1, 2013 13:23:16 GMT -5
Tch. I probably won't be able to have a drabble submitted this week. Apologies in advance, I just haven't had any free time to sit down and type something up.
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Post by Dashe on May 2, 2013 14:28:36 GMT -5
Hm. Well, if hardly anyone's going to post in this thread after a month of it being open, I'm extending the themes to two weeks again. If you want a new theme every week, more people are going to have to actually post drabbles.
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Post by Dashe on May 7, 2013 22:07:48 GMT -5
Title: Testing, 1, 2, 3... Theme: Escape Wordcount: 426 Characters Involved: Roll, Digger's Guild Receptionist Rating: G
"Ma'am, how much longer is this going to take?" Roll asked. "Aren't these digging tests only supposed to last five minutes tops?"
The Nino Digger's Guild receptionist rolled her eyes and sighed. "I can't help it if he keeps retaking the exam over and over again. Either way, after this kind of prolonged physical strain, you're going to have to stay here and help him back to his ship. After this back-to-back testing, even if he does get his S-Class License there's no way he'll be in any condition to walk back to his own ship unsupervised."
"You don't know Mega Man," Roll insisted. "Look, we originally came here because it's our grandfather's birthday, and we were going to buy him something. Then Mega Man got distracted and..."
"Sorry, honey," the woman cut her off. "You're going to have to be around to assist him after this much testing. We don't want any lawsuits if he accidentally falls into the ruins when he leaves."
"I promise I'll be quick! Just a few minutes in the gift shop, that's all I need!"
"Not happening, dear."
Roll frowned. One way or another she was going to get out of that office, even if it was in handcuffs!
...Okay, she wasn't that desperate. She WAS close, though.
She glanced at the artifacts on the receptionist's desk. It was pretty boring, aside from a copy of the latest popular romance novel and a short stack of magazines. Next to the desk was a water dispenser and a bowl of wasabi peas.
The mechanic turned back to the receptionist and challenged, "I bet you can't eat that entire bowl of wasabi peas by the time Mega Man's done with the test!"
"What? Why would I eat that whole thing?"
"Uh...because..." Roll faltered. "Because the Guildmaster told me he'd give out 5000 Zenny to anybody who'd eat that in five minutes? He's good friends with my grandfather, you know. The grandfather whose birthday is today. He was probably invited to the party, even."
"5000 Zenny?!" The receptionist balked. She must have been more underpaid than Roll thought. She shoveled handful after handful of wasabi peas into her mouth and then guzzled down dozens of cups of water to cool her mouth off.
Before too long, the receptionist ducked out to use the bathroom and Roll was able to make her escape. Mega Man would be fine. She was sure of it.
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Post by MegaTuga on May 8, 2013 18:34:34 GMT -5
And five minutes later Megaman, after another test fail, finds that the elevator back to the surface is not working due for the receptionist operating it being in the bathroom... And he died by respawning Reaverbots or dehidratation.
That's a... nice way to put the theme "escape", quite original if I say so myself.
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Post by atomiccrusader on May 8, 2013 23:45:56 GMT -5
Title: Megaman and the Book Theme: Escape Wordcount: 555 (eh heh...got a bit carried away...) Characters Involved: Megaman, Data, Roll Rating: G Comments: My first Drabble!
Without a doubt, this would be Megaman’s most dangerous mission yet.
It all started when Data had told him of a book of sorts. This book contained various secrets that he was not aware of. They were secrets that he was not to know. According to Data, the greatest secret of the book would change his life forever. Megaman knew that Data had read the book, but the little monkey had refused to tell him what it was. Apparently that books owner had made Data swear not to tell anyone. Luckily, after her had essentially sold his soul to the monkey, Data reviled the location of the Book of Secrets.
It was a daunting task, as the Book was vigorously guarded by the Owner. Once Megaman found the location, he studied the actions of the owner, timing how long the guardian was gone. He found that the Owner would periodically leave the room for one hour each day.
Megaman had planned his movement to a second; everything had to be perfect, as this could be his only chance. Once the guardian was gone, Megaman leaped into action. Once he made sure the coast was clear, he pulled out a straitened paper clip and began to pick the lock. He normally was not very adept at this sort of thing; he did not like the idea of breaking into someone’s home. This was an exception however; the book contained a secret that would change his life! But what could it be? His past life? The location of a super refractor? Whatever it was, he wanted to know.
The door clicked, and the handle turned. Megaman silently entered the room. As he did, he began having second thoughts. Was the secret really worth it? Gramps would not approve of his actions, and his friendship with Roll would be as good as gone. But alas, he had to know. He spotted the book on a shelf. It was red, and had a lock on it, no doubt to keep intruders from seeing the contents.
“There has to be a key somewhere…” Megaman mused. He searched the room until he found the key under a pillow (of course). With his heart pounding in his chest at an astounding speed, he unlocked the book. Megaman began pouring through the pages, trying to find something of significance to him. But none of the secrets he found were life changing. Then he noticed that two pages were stuck together, with tape.
“This is it! This has to be it!” Megaman thought. With sweaty palms, Megaman began to tear away the tape without damaging the book. There was more tape than he expected, and it was getting harder to remove. Megaman could barely see the words, but he began reading what he saw
He read: “...I've only realized now how much I…” before hearing a gasp behind him.
“MEGAMAN!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?”
Megaman turned around to see the Book’s owner, Roll, fuming in the open doorway. Her eyes were blazing with fury, and that ten pound monkey wrench looked very painful. At that moment, Megaman realized that the dairy was probably not worth it, dropped it, and made a mad dash out the door, and out the Flutter, with a very angry Roll in hot pursuit, and catching up.
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Post by Adrian2040 on May 9, 2013 0:24:02 GMT -5
Title: Regret Theme: Escape Wordcount: 275 Characters Involved: MegaMan and the "Books Folio" Store Manager. (Roll is mentioned once.) Rating: PG-13 Additional Notes: www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTLdUZ9fJwk MegaMan was resting in his bed, yet he was not at peace. Despite the fact that his bed was "repaired" with the revenue obtained by the sale of his old weapons, he wasn't feeling any better. In reality, he was actually very troubled. It was not because of something he did. It was actually because of something he didn't do.Back in Kattelox, someone once made him a favor. On that fateful day, MegaMan noticed a special magazine in a store. He thought it might be fun to look at it, but there were so many people around. He'd get in trouble if someone saw him. It was then when the store manager noticed the troubled kid. He knew what he was thinking, having been young once, so he did him a favor. He lent him the book, with the sole condition of receiving it back once he was done reading it. Having never received a favor like this before, this boy was overjoyed. He decided he was never going to forget the favor or the man. He was going to remember this for all of his whole life. MegaMan remembered that day, now lying in bed with book in-hand. He really wanted to give it back, but he was too embarrassed to tell Roll about it to make her turn back. He’ll always have the face of the happy man in his mind, thus he will never be at peace. He will never forget this favor, nor will he ever stop feeling regret. He had escaped from the island, but not from the guilt. He didn't feel blue anymore, as he was now black.
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Post by Dashe on May 9, 2013 15:04:25 GMT -5
atomiccrusader - It's cool. Don't worry about going over the limit. I do it all the time, and practice makes perfect! Actually, I'm pretty sure I've written the longest "drabble" in this thread so far. The imagery of Roll taping pages of her own diary together was priceless. You might want to work on your grammar next time around, since you put down "reviled" instead of "revealed." Still, that's what drabbles are for--getting better at writing! Keep it up! Adrian2040 - Glad to see you've taken the initiative to write a drabble! Was that special magazine called "Racial Alterations Monthly?" You can completely take that last sentence out of context. It's awesome. It makes him sound like he spent many years upset because he was white. Anyway, that aside, there's a new theme up, which means another opportunity to ameliorate your writing prowess. I'll increase the amount of new themes to weekly again if the next three prompts manage to each yield drabbles from three or more people, so get to it!
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Post by Mikéy on May 9, 2013 15:24:39 GMT -5
Title: Infiltration Theme: Escape Wordcount: 436 Characters Involved: Servbots, Megaman, Roll Rating: G Notes: Me and Dashe wrote this together in a PM session. I was so tempted to put something like "#1 was screwed." at the end, but decided against it. This is the result of a "different" idea I had for escape... and I already have another for spaghetti. Somebody help me.
“I told you trying to figure out their next move from the inside was a bad idea!” Roll insisted, alarms blaring in their ears. “I should have never let you talk me into this! Never ever ever ever...” “Hey, we got one blueprint,” Mega Man reassured her as they raced down the halls, kicking Servbots as they attempted to dive-bomb them. “We just have to make it out of this maze before they start up the engines!” Meanwhile, at the bridge... “I’m in charge, aren’t I?!” declared #1, the red head parts gleaming on his head. The other servbots around the air-controls were hesitant. “Look, if we get the Gesellschaft into the air, the intruders won’t be able to escape! Miss Tron and Master Teisel will understand!” #1 insisted, as he pounced off of the upper platform and jammed the big red button himself. “Lift-off in 60 seconds!” a robotic voice declared throughout the ship. “You always have to be ironic!” cried Roll, as the ship began to vibrate while they ran, “I can’t believe we got lost after actually infiltrating the place while The Bonnes weren’t home!” The two of them scrambled down a ladder and into the Drache hangar. “Roll, do you think you can hijack one of these?” Mega Man jabbed his thumb at the nearest of the Bonnes' attack drones. “Of course!” She cheerfully exclaimed. “I like this idea better than leaving the way we came in anyway. It's so exciting!” Mega Man kicked the servbot on duty out of the way and the two of them climbed into the tiny ship. "Wow, Tron's security could really use some work," Roll remarked as the dashboard lit up right away, firing off a quick message to the bridge stating that the captives had escaped and to deploy a squadron of Draches immediately. ‘Well that didn’t work…’ thought #1, as the Gesellschaft slowly rose into the air. The hangar also opened, letting out a lone Drache which was shortly followed by a small fleet of other Draches. The worst bit was with all of the ruckus, Master Teisel or Miss Tron were bound to notice something had happened, so if that blue boy wasn’t caught… “Roll! It looks as if they’re sending other ships after us! What should we do?” asked Megaman, pointing at the radar. “I believe you should do what you always do! Climb on top of the ship, and shoot them all down!” declared Roll, seemingly unbothered by the situation. “Bring it on!” He exclaimed with a grin as he raised his buster. Those Draches would never know what hit 'em.
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Post by Kyle on May 11, 2013 12:32:25 GMT -5
I'd love to help you, Mikey, but, uh, the last time we tried collaborating on something, it ended in colossal failure. Remember? ...#1 is not the favourite Servbot! Nggh! It's obviously #27.
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Post by Mikéy on May 11, 2013 14:39:56 GMT -5
I just made #1 the favorite-head in this situation 'cause it makes sense, yeah.
And- that's still a pretty big shame. Too many horrid references between us regarding Turkey and TMOAP that nobody else will ever publicly understand. What we did do was pretty hilarious though.
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Post by Dashe on May 20, 2013 11:54:45 GMT -5
Title: Cooking with the Past Actual Author: AvegodroTheme: Spaghetti Word count: 389 Characters Involved: Data, Roll Rating: G
The sound of bubbling water snapped Data back into awareness of the kitchen around him. He quickly moved over to the stovetop and glanced into the pot of water. It was just beginning to simmer and soon it would be at a full boil. Perfect for the noodles to be tossed in for the spaghetti he was making for dinner. He idly twirled the stirring spoon in one paw while he walked over to the container, he did a little dance as he scooped it up and went back to the stove top. He tipped the hard strands into the bubbling water and quickly scampered down and around to the other side of the stove. He leaned over the side and flipped the dial igniting the front right burner. He stopped for a moment and gazed at the little flames shooting out, his ears twitched slightly as he absently reached back and grabbed onto his tail. It had been months since the fire that had sprung up when he was trying to make pizza. The pain had faded a few days give or take after, the snow really helped with that, but the memories were still vivid to him. He could still hear the crackling of the fire as it spread across the kitchen like some ravenous creature bent on eating the whole ship. The slight smell of ash and heated metal still lingered in the kitchen and living room as well. Data could still see some sear marks on the walls as well, all of it a reminder that pizza was a dangerous food to prepare, thus why he was trying to cook less volatile foods now. Data begin to dance and think about everything that had happened since then. Saving Joe so they could build the drop ship to go to forbidden island. The horrible storm stopped that threatened to rip the Sulphur Bottom apart by opening Sera’s seal and releasing her from her slumber. The sounds of yelling and sizzling water ripped Data from his thoughts. “Data are you trying to set the Flutter ablaze again?” Roll snarled as she turned the dials and snuffed out the growing stove top flames. Data backed up from the stove some and grinned sheepishly, clearly even Spaghetti could turn the ship to ashes if he wasn’t careful.
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Post by Dashe on May 23, 2013 14:15:34 GMT -5
Guys, I am disappointed at your overall level of participation. >_< New theme this week, so get to it. Just remember, I'm not going to spoon feed you themes that are conveniently relevant to an action-platforming game every time.
There is literally no way you could go wrong with these unless you write something full of OCs or write about anything other than Mega Man Legends. If you have something that even remotely resembles an idea, write about it. If you don't, write about something anyway. If you think you're bad at writing, the only way you're ever going to get better is by sucking it up and writing more, so why not do it in a place like this where screwing up actually takes effort?
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Post by atomiccrusader on May 29, 2013 22:44:26 GMT -5
Title: Airship Theme: Showdown Wordcount: 399 Characters Involved: Tron, Roll Rating: G Additional Notes: This is actually an idea I had a while back, I just never wrote it... ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Tron gazed in disbelief at the scene before her.
Her armada of airships was reduced to a single lone ship, and it was horribly damaged. One more hit would sink the vessel for certain. However, her opponent’s legion was virtually intact, save for a few minor casualties and insignificant damage. To make matters worse, the enemy that was crushing her was none other than Roll.
“How could this have happened?” she thought to herself. Tron had never lost at these kinds of battles before, not even to Teisel. And to lose to someone who had absolutely no experience with this kind of warfare was humiliating! She could build three giant robots with high powered ground to air missiles in the time it takes Roll to make a super weapon out of garbage!
Tron’s options were running low. She commanded her only air ship to fire at the Blondie’s army. But alas, she missed. Now she was at the mercy of her rival.
“C-come on Blondie…” Tron begged, “it doesn’t have to be like this…"
Roll shook her head, “Tron, its really no big deal, you can always try again…”
“Not after this! This is what I’m good at!” Tron cried. Tron couldn’t believe that she was sucking up to Roll of all people.
“If this is about me saying your rocket plans were horrible, I’m sorry! Really am!”
“Tron, it’s not like that… now can we just finish this?” Roll said
Tron winced, waiting for Roll to give the order to destroy the last airship. There was no way she could miss this one. Tron braced herself for the inevitable. Roll gave the fateful command…
“A7!”
Tron slammed her fists on the table, little plastic airships flying every which direction.
“Dang it, you sunk my Battle-airship!” Tron snapped.
Roll could only rub the back of her head and sigh. “G-good game Tron, looks like I finally beat you in Battle-Airship… so does this mean I can go home now….”
Tron glared at the blond mechanic. “Oh no, you may have bested be at Battle-Airship, but…”
With a single motion, Tron swept the game off the table and replaced it with a different one.
“No one, and I mean NO ONE, has ever beaten me at a game of Hungry-Hungry Hanmuru Dolls!”
Roll sighed as Tron set up the game. “Looks like I’m going to be here for a while…”
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