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Post by Dashe on Jun 20, 2013 17:12:11 GMT -5
Title: A Picture Perfect Pillaging Theme: Memories Wordcount: 183 Characters Involved: Roll, Gramps Rating: G Additional Notes: Do re me fa sol la ti do!
"I knew we should have never trusted those pirates!" Roll exclaimed, fighting back tears as she frantically tossed throw pillows and magazines and various knickknacks around the room. "We let them in for ONE friendly dinner and now our family photo album's GONE! First Mega Man gets stuck up in space with those weird alien girls and now all our precious memories of the time we spent as a family are in the hands of pirates! What kind of pirates steal photo albums? What could they possibly want with something like that?" Gramps caught a figurine of a cat before it crashed into the china closet. Which had, strangely enough, been left untouched. "Calm down, Roll!" He shouted. Roll, taken aback by his uncharacteristic bluntness, dropped the paperweight she'd been holding. "It's just a bunch of pictures! The Bonnes can take away whatever they want, but the real memories are the ones you keep in your head and in your heart. There's no way they can get in there no matter what they steal from the Flutter." Roll sighed. "I suppose you're right," she admitted. "Still, it's pretty weird that they'd just take a bunch of old pictures of Mega Man and me. I'm not sure I want to know what they were thinking." Gramps put an arm around his granddaughter's shoulder and led her into the kitchen. "Come along now, I'll make you some tea. If anything, this won't be the last time we run into the Bonnes. We can always break into their place and steal the album back if it really means that much to you..." By the way, new theme! Great job--five people submitted this time around. That's gotta be pushing one of our records! Keep it up!
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Post by Bowen Aero on Jun 20, 2013 20:41:37 GMT -5
What is the new theme, Dashe? Or do one of us make it up? Too lazy to read through the whole thread to see how that is supposed to work.
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Post by Dashe on Jun 20, 2013 21:32:03 GMT -5
It's always in the first post in very large print.
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Post by MegaTuga on Jun 24, 2013 5:03:02 GMT -5
Title: Rover the Reaver makes his escape for the final time Theme: Exhaustion Wordcount: 428 Characters Involved: Rover, Gai-Nee Tooren, Several Horrokos and Sharukurusus Rating: Uuuh... Probably not advisable for kids under 13 (not sure) Additional Notes: The final chapter in the escapist Rover... whoa long title uh...? Anyway I will decide whenever or not I want an aftermath later, enjoy the story for now. By the way, if you happen to notice that I used the theme everywhere, it was because I was afraid of losing the topic mid-story. On a last note, behold the ankwardness that is the procriation of Reaverbots... yes that doesn't exist, I just like to add drama.
Rover must have been blessed by the Mother Unit. There is no other way to explain the Sub-City entrance appearing in front of him as he was about to pass out from exhaustion. With his sluggish run he crawled inside, almost not making it before being caught by some random carbon that he did not bother to look at.
While the elevator started to make his way down, Rover wondered if the Carbons were so tired as he was and if they would stop looking for him. At last when the elevator stopped, and a recovered Rover exited trough the sliding doors as an awkward 'Ding!' made him flinch for a second, before realizing it was the elevator.
He looked at the sky... that artificial starry sky and thought to himself how wonderful is to be underground again. He stared around at the buildings and wondered how all of them seemed so familiar.
Almost as if...
"Rover... Is that really you...?"
That voice made him shiver. It is a voice that he has not heard from long ago from when he had enough of the Sub-City and wandered by himself in the generic ruin grid. It was the voice... of his parent.
"M... mom...?" He turned around to the source of that voice and saw the massive Gai-nee Tooren standing before him, Opening her arms and wrapping the tiny Reaverbot in a gentle hug. "Oh, I depleted all of my energy sources to search for you... and you come to meet me!"
"I am sorry Mom. I should have stayed..."
"It's okay." The massive Reaverbot placed Rover in the ground once more. "Hey, you have to meet your brothers and sisters!"
Rover's face was speechless, as various other Reaverbots, Horrokos and Sharukurusus started exiting from her mother's rear side and started complimenting Rover with 'Hello bro' and 'Nice to meet you' left and right. Rover couldn't stand looking at all of them as they kept coming.
"I... I thought I was your only son! You... you are not my mother!"
Gai-nee Tooren looked upon Rover with a displeased face. "My, my. It appears that My child here has gone aberrant... Better we get take care of this... right children..?
All the smiles from Rover's 'brothers' quickly twisted into something more creepy and pleased to know that they are about to have some fun. Rover closed his single eye and took a deep breath. Then he looked at all of the Reaverbots with a challenging look.
"If you think you can catch me, then come here and try!"
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Post by Bowen Aero on Jun 24, 2013 9:36:31 GMT -5
Title: Burying the Hatchets Theme: Exhaustion Wordcount: 445 Characters Involved: Bola and Klaymoor Rating: Perhaps not very suitable for those under 13 Additional Notes: Reputation Redemption Attempt No. 002, GO! Hopefully the time I've spent directing the sole RP on another Forum has taught me proper use of the storybook format. Also, the Title make sense when you read this over a few times.
It has been many months after they abandoned their former allies back on Calinca Island. Having finally decided to put down their weapons and hang up their Digger’s armour, the brothers can now live their lives peacefully just as most people their age should.
On what was to them another ordinary day, Bola was up and about performing a few mundane tasks such as doing laundry and cooking supper as per usual. Nothing out of the regular, as he is more fit to do so than Klaymoor, who is more inclined to sit in his chair and watch the local news channel. While carrying his basket of freshly ironed and folded clothing across the hall that one day, he found it gradually becoming heavier with each step he took. Soon his body had given out, and Bola collapsed to the floor, having his fall cushioned by the clothes.
“Okay, OW. That smarts. Doesn’t matter, I could easily stand up again.”
However, he just laid there. Try as he might, Bola knew he wasn’t getting back on his feat any time soon. Knowing the situation he was in, he ever calmly called out for his brother, who responded promptly, but took his time to get there. Reason being his sluggish movement, even without the weight of his armour resting upon his shoulders... as well as his back... and hips... Once Klaymoor had successfully walked all the way from the living room to his brother in hall, he proceeded to help Bola get back up, using his cane to prevent himself from ending up in the same pitiful position. While he was assisting his brother, he couldn’t help but mention...
“This has been happening more and more often, Bola. What’s gotten into ya, I haven’t a clue.”
Bola contemplated this as he was slowly regaining his balance. When stretching to loosen up his stiff and sore joints, a familiar painful sound coming from his lower lumbar had given him his answer, very much to his dismay.
“Augh... Well, Klay... I’ll tell you what’s gotten into me. Same reason why it took you that long to get here.”
He brought himself and Klaymoor back to the living room, not caring anymore about the garments that littered the hall. When they had made it to the full-sized display case that held all the artifacts they dug up during their youth, Bola took the considerably large blue Refractor inside and held it up. The two saw their reflections upon its surface clearly, as well as the undeniable wrinkles they kept hidden behind those masks for so many years.
“We won’t be around to enjoy these prizes of ours much longer...”
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Post by Dashe on Oct 15, 2013 14:16:01 GMT -5
Okay everyone, we've got a new theme this time around, and it's our first outside submission: "MISUNDERSTOOD!" Thanks, Kyle!
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Post by Kyle on Oct 15, 2013 16:18:25 GMT -5
Title: Barely Fluent In One Language Theme: Misunderstood Wordcount: 441 Characters Involved: Volnutt, Bon Bonne, Tron Bonne Rating: PG
Additional Notes: Not one of my best, but hey. A drabble is a drabble.
One would think that today would be your average exploration session for Volnutt, but fate had its own designs for the unsuspecting digger. From what he could gather on his suit's modified odometer, he was pretty far away from the surface. Too far, in fact. His radio could no longer pick up The Flutter's frequency.
"Uh-oh. It'll be pretty tough getting around without Roll's help," he sighed aloud. "I know her advice can be a little overbearing and unnecessary at times, but I'd be toast without it."
Suddenly, the faint noise of crackling came from his radio. Had Roll finally decided to upgrade The Flutter's radio facility? As the static began to dissipate, he heard a familiar voice;
"BAAAAAABUU!"
A resigned look crossed Volnutt's face. Deep down, he knew exactly who he was now conversing with, but decided to ask the most obvious question out of blind hope that this was just Roll pranking him.
"W-who is this?" he inquired. "Please tell me you're just messing around here, Roll!"
No dice. This wasn't Roll talking. Volnutt could only think of a single other faction that would have access to a more specialized broadcasting system than the Caskets. "Bon," he muttered. "Where did you get this frequency from?" Obviously, he was met with an expected reply;
"BABUU, BABUU! BAAAABUUUU!"
If there were three words to summarize Volnutt's emotional and physical state right now, it would be 'internally screaming' and 'facepalming'. How the heck is he supposed to know what Bon is saying? Only his siblings and the Servbots could understand Bonglish. To everyone else, Bon was just screaming unintelligible and misunderstood gibberish. Alas, Volnutt's internal monologue was swiftly interrupted by the pouncing of a stray Zakobon, knocking him into a nearby wall. The impact from the attack left Volnutt in a groggy state, but he could barely make out a rustling sound over his radio, followed by another familiar voice, albeit a more feminine one;
"What do think you're doing, Mega Man?! Bon has been warning you about that Reaverbot for the past two minutes!"
The voice continued to chastise him; "Jeez. You can save an entire island, but this small fry is capable of knocking you off your feet? Almost makes me glad you didn't join up with us. I'd die from embarrassment if one my servants was taken down so easily!"
Volnutt slowly rose to his feet, pointing his wobbly Buster towards the Zakobon. Poor guy took some minor head trauma from the previous attack. After a series of missed shots, he managed to unintentionally nail it between the optics; "T-thanks for the h-help, mommy."
Volnutt then collapsed. The end.
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Post by Dashe on Oct 20, 2013 16:42:10 GMT -5
Title: Red Theme: Misunderstood Wordcount: 269 Characters involved: Museum Curator Rating: G Additional notes: "What do you think I should add?"
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"Huh? What did you just say?"
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"Did you just say what I think you said? Could you repeat that?"
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"Really? You think so? I'm fresh out of red, which is why I haven't been using it, but...I suppose it is a little drab. But there's nothing wrong with this colder look either..."
The Kattelox museum curator sat at her desk with her head in her hands and the contents of the museum's anonymous suggestion box in a heap. There were fifty-six suggestions and forty-one of them directly referred to her painting.
"Worst painting EVER!"
"Those brushstrokes had better have come from someone without any arms or legs. It's the only way I'd justify hanging a painting like that in a museum!"
"I hate that one painting on the second floor. It doesn't even look like the hospital."
She knew she should have gone with her gut when she'd thought that one boy told her that her work needed some talent. Even when he'd assured her that she'd misunderstood him and the painting only needed some red, it still didn't seem to be enough to please everyone. Or anyone, for that matter. She really did need more talent after all.
She wasn't sure she wanted to get back into painting, though. Not if the only people who were going to see it ended up ripping it apart. The sculpture of the chicken even seemed to have more fans than her own artwork. She wondered if it would've been slammed so badly had she made it more obvious that the hospital painting was her own work.
After a brief moment of thought, she stood up on her chair and took the painting down, storing it out of sight in a broom closet. It would never see the light of day again.
The curator decided to take up slam poetry instead. She would show them all who needed more talent. Oh, she would indeed...
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Post by atomiccrusader on Oct 30, 2013 20:00:35 GMT -5
Title: Gibberish Theme: Misunderstood Wordcount: 387 Characters involved: Data, Roll Rating: G Additional notes: wow I haven't posted in a long time, the writer in me is ashamed...
Roll had grown used to spending long hours in her lab. Out of pure boredom, she had decided to take apart the toaster and reassemble it. Now, for some reason, it could fire lasers. As the mechanic pondered over how she managed to do such a feat, the door to her lab swung open with incredible force. Data flew into the room, his little arms flailing up and down so fast Roll thought he would start flying. The mechanical monkey seemed to be panicking about something, although Roll could not understand his gibberish. “Whoa, whoa, Data… what’s wrong?” she asked. Data began yet another round of his unique language that only he and Rock could understand. And since Rock was in town, she was on her own. Roll tried to make out Data’s sporadic motions in a futile attempt to understand the little monkey. Unfortunately, none of Data’s fast motions made any sense to her. “Umm… maybe a game of charades?” Roll meekly subjected. Data let out a frustrated “Ki” and motioned Roll to follow him. Without any hesitation, Roll did so, and realized that she was being lead to the kitchen. “Oh no…” She groaned. Data must have started another fire! She instinctively grabbed the fire extinguisher. “Data! I told you not to try to cook anything yourself!” Roll said as she prepared the extinguisher. “We don’t have enough money to pay for anoth-“ Roll cut herself off when she noticed that the kitchen was not engulfed in hellish flames, nor was there a massive hole in the wall. Everything was completely normal. “Data! You better have a good explanation for this!” Roll snapped, obviously very angry. Data pointed his paws to the top of the refrigerator, where a jar of cookies lay, just out of his reach. Roll was eerily silent as Data gave her his award winning smile.
“I just don’t get it, Mr. Cactus…” Data mused to his friend. Roll had sent him to his (and Rock’s) room. Of course this was not before she and Rock gave him a lecture. “It’s not like I did not tell Roll I wanted cookies…” Data sighed. He waited for Mr. Cactus to respond, but his good friend allowed him to finish. “Maybe it would be easier to talk to her if she didn’t speak gibberish….”
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Post by MegaTuga on Nov 3, 2013 14:39:41 GMT -5
I've completely forgotten that this exists. Shame on me. Also, because I wanted to bring back my writer spirit, I'm making this up as I go.
Title: Missing data Theme: Misunderstood Wordcount: 467 Characters Involved: Rock, Roll, Data Rating: Anyone Additional Notes: (This was written AFTER writing the drabble) When I thought: "What to write about Legends?" The scene where Rock and Roll fixed the Flutter came to my mind. Then the abridged version. That combined with the previous drabble, made me write this thing. I seriously didn't knew how it was going to end until I finished.
"So... is it done yet?"
"Hmmm... not yet."
Down in the Flutter Engine were the young blonde genius engineer and the spiky haired courageous digger, Roll and Rock respectively. Roll was immersed in her work to repair the engine with a big refractor that Rock found in the ruins of Lake Jyun. Quite literally, as Roll was practically inside the engine to reach a fuse that blew up when they tested the refractor.
"That will do." Said Roll as she was coming out of the engine, oil all over her clothes.
"Finally! Now can we get to it?"
Roll looked at Rock with an annoyed look in her face. "Who was the one who pulled the lever too soon?"
"You told me to pull it at two!" Defended Rock.
"No, I told you to pull it at my command of 'go'. Stupid Rock... making me do all the work..."
Rock frowned, standing his ground that it was not his fault that things went wrong. "You could have just explained it better you know!"
"Forget it. I will do this by myself. Better this way." Roll then went to check on the various gauges that measured engine heat, rotation speed, and other things. "And I don't want to hear you squeak."
Squeak.
"How funny."
"It wasn't me, Roll!"
"Right... Now... Switch on!"
The engine rumbled, the room shook. And once again the Flutter was attempting to lift its own heavy weight off the ground.
Squeak, squeak.
"Uh... Roll..."
"Not the time!"
"But I think you missed data..." Rock had an alarmed look on his face as he spoke.
"No! I made all the correct calculations! This will work... the energy is building up...."
Squeak, squeak... SQUEAK. SQUEAK!
"Roll! Inside the engine...!"
"I told you to be quiet! And stop squeaking! If this fails now, we would never able to fix this again!"
The airship seemed to shake even more as the rumbling from the engine grew louder.
"Almost there..."
"Roll!"
"I told you that my calculations are correct! There is no way that I missed a single piece of data!"
"What about the one that has a brush tail and squeaks when said tail is on fire?" Replied Rock with an ironic tone on his voice.
It took 1.2 seconds to the genius engineer to realize what was going on. She immediately pressed the emergency shutdown button, which caused all the noise, the shaking and the engine rumble. But not the squeaking. That one was still going strong.
Rock hurriedly opened the access hatch on the engine ad a brown monkey with its tail aflame jumped out, screaming as it exited through the door in panic.
"You missed that bit of data." He jokingly said, as Roll started chasing after Data.
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Post by Dashe on Nov 6, 2013 21:50:23 GMT -5
Last week atomiccrusader hit me up with a new theme idea. Thanks! "Second Thoughts" is the order of the day, folks!
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Post by MegaTuga on Nov 8, 2013 10:39:25 GMT -5
Title: You didn't dare. Theme: Second thoughts Wordcount: 467 Characters Involved: Servbots, Tron Rating: Everyone Additonal notes: When I thought of "Second Thoughts" the first thing that came to mind was a game of "truth or dare"... The Servbot numbers are random btw. Although I was keen on replacing #37 for #41, just because of that face...
Growling, a dog is putting its best threatening face. A worker in the Old City was trying to enter the area but he was stopped by a stray dog who seemingly declared this place as his own. Not letting anybody else pass, he expels all invaders of his territory. The man retreats, trembling in fear. "Go on!" Observing the situation after the man left, the small human-like yellow robots, approached the gate to the Old City. They were servbots, the loyal minions of the Air Pirate family, the great Bonne Brothers. Two of them, still not being noticed by the fierce dog, began to discuss something. "Alright #23. You are up!" "...Uhh... I am not sure I should be doing this..." One of the Servbots was shaking in fear at the mere sight of the wild guardian. They have been bored ever since their masters decided to make them scout the city. To shake this feeling, they decided to play a little game of "truth or dare" and number 23 choose "dare". "Are you backing out #23? You picked to dare to do something, and I told you do do something!" "But... putting Miss Tron's underwear on a dog... what kind of sick mind do you have, #37?" "Just do it already! Look, he is facing the other way!" As a matter of fact, the dog was indeed facing the other way, resting his body on the cold ground, with his back facing the two robots and its tail wagging. Number 23 approached. Trying to make the smallest amount of noise possible. All he had to do as to get the cloth t hang on the dog's tail, but the task is proven to be difficult as the dog is still wagging it and any attempt to grab the tail will warn the dog. "Almost there..." "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" A loud, feminine voice, reverberated trough the empty street. It was Tron's voice. As one of them was trying to explain, the other managed to tie the underwear to the dog's tail, but the sudden shout made him turn around. He immediately became angry at the spot, and stared down at the tiny Servbot, barking loudly. "Is that... my..." Unconsciously, Tron reached for the metallic plate in her pants. "What is..." "RUN AWAAAAAAY!" Cried number 37, as he started to run from the threatening beast. The one that was behind, grabbed onto the piece of cloth, now attached to the dog's tail and started being dragged along with it. "Why a dog out of all.... YOU TWO BETTER GET MY PANTIES BACK!" Shouted Tron as the Servbots ran to her, with the dog. Tron automatically started running ahead of them. "WHY YOU MADE ME DO THIS?" "I AM SORRY! IT WAS A BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA!"
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Post by atomiccrusader on Nov 20, 2013 23:14:35 GMT -5
Title: Magazine Theme: Second Thoughts Wordcount: 726 Characters Involved: Bookstore lady, Megaman Rating: PG-13 (just in case) Additional Notes: Finally got some time to write (long few weeks).
The old woman rocked back and forth in her chair. She was well known throughout Kattelox, for she owned the only bookstore. She did not get a lot of business; most people who wandered into her store browsed the comics. She often found herself catching up on some much needed sleep while she ran the store. She knew just about everyone on the island, including those diggers that crashed about a week ago, and trusted them all.
As she nodded off to sleep, she noticed from the corner of her eye a young boy, about 14, clad in blue digger armor tip-toeing past her. She decided to pretend sleeping so that he could sneak through. What was the boy’s name again? Mega Man, was it? Yes, that was the name everyone called him (except the Junk Store couple, who seemed to think his name was “Hippopotamus” for some reason…). He was a nice young man; he always woke her up to pay for a book. However, like many young men his age, he seemed to be drawn to the… well… adult section of her little shop. He never bought anything, nor did he ever open the magazines. He just sort of stood there nervously, and then would quickly leave. It was nice to know that he had a strong conscience, although he looked more courageous today. It seemed he was determined to buy one of those dirty magazines this time.
And sure enough, from the corner of her eye, she noticed that he did pick one, rather quickly at that, and used the old trick of sandwiching it between two comics. The old woman smiled.
This would be fun.
Mega Man nervously approached the counter to buy his items, sweat forming in beads on his forehead.
“Is something wrong?” the elderly woman inquired.
Mega Man jumped a bit and shook his head quickly. It seemed that was did not want to stay her long. The old woman started to register the items, starting with the two sandwiched comics, exposing the dirty magazine. She gave the young Digger her best “are you serious?” look and fought the urge to smile when he began to stammer.
“Uh… i-it’s not really what it looks like… I’m buying this for a…. friend…” He lied.
The old woman chuckled “Young man, I’ve heard that one before….”
Caught, Mega man sighed and grabbed the magazine. He was about to put it back when the old woman grabbed his arm.
“Now hold on, you’re not the first boy to try and get those….” She said. “I happen to see this all the time… I let them buy those magazines….”
As she suspected, Mega Man looked at her with surprise.
“However, I think you should know what you are getting into….” With that the old lady took the magazine from his hands and removed the plastic cover. She then handed it back to Mega Man, who was understandably shocked.
“Go on, take a peak,” she said. “I promise not to tell anyone…”
Mega Man made a heavy gulp before quickly opening the book. Then, almost instantaneously, he turned red, slammed it shut, and dropped it like it was a huge worm. The poor Digger looked as if he had seen the face of the Devil himself.
“Will you be alright?” the old woman asked.
“Yeah… well, no, really…” He said in a daze. “You know what, I think I’m too young for this stuff, I’ll just take the comics….”
“Good choice,” the elder commented. She hid the magazine and put the comics in a bag for him. She really did feel bad for the boy, so she asked again if he was well.
“Honestly, I think I have been scarred,” he said, still traumatized. “I’m- I’m going to have Roll hit me over the head a few times with that monkey wrench she has with her… maybe it will… remove… the images,” The woman tilted her head, “how will you convince her to do that?”
“Easy, I’ll just read her diary in front of her, which should get her going…”
With that, the boy said his goodbyes and left the elder to her thoughts. He was a good boy. He would grow up to do great things.
At that moment, Jim, another boy one the island, approached the bookstore nervously.
This would be fun.
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Post by Lumigado on Dec 12, 2014 18:09:26 GMT -5
Title: Competition Theme: Fire Wordcount: x (limitless potential implied) Characters Involved: Various Reaverbots Rating: PG? Or PG-13? Whoever can handle injured protagonists can read this. Additional Notes: I couldn't come up with something for "Second Thoughts", so I did this. I know this is slightly weird. I know Reaverbots can't really communicate.
The Large Red Sharukurusu went onto the platform that was used as a makeshift stage, although it was used for other things; for example a carbon was once held captive there by the Mirumijee. Back on track. The Sharukurusu grabbed the "mike", which was really a brave Miroc. He announced the rules of the competition.
"Welcome to the first ever Reaverbot Performance Competition! This time, we will judge the various Horokko variants!"
The crowd cheered in their various ways, the green Sharukurusu(s?) spinning their drills, Hanmuru Doll slamming his fists on the ground (and accidentally crushing a Mirumijee that was there to attend the event), and other such things that generated some noise.
"Snow Horokko, please come on to the stage now!"
The Snow Horokko went on to the stage, quivered in concentration, and finally pulled off a slow spin attack. The crowd cheered politely.
"Next up is the Green Horokko!"
The Green Horokko stated that he had better armor than the Snow Horokko, and demonstrated that he could make a better spin attack faster than the Snow Horokko.
"Now for the Bomb Horokko!"
The Bomb Horokko demonstrated his spin attack, and his added ability to shoot bombs, though he conceded that he couldn't go out of the ruins, even though his armor was superior to the previous Horokko.
"Come on up, Ice Horokko!"
The Ice Horokko said that he could inflict status effects on any Diggers that touched him. He however had lesser armor than the Bomb Horokko, which many were starting to think would win.
"Come join us up here, Fire Horokko!"
The Fire Horokko said that even though he had okay at best armor, he could light people on fire, and that he looked the coolest. The crowd seemed to agree on this last point.
"Now for the last one, the Red Horokko!"
The Red Horokko marched confidently onto the stage. He demonstrated his spin attack with ease. Then he did something which made the other Horokko jealous. He perfomed a dash attack, then flipped onto his back and shot a fireball.
~~Meanwhile~~ "Roll, there appears to be increased Reaverbot activity in the Kattelox ruins. I'm gonna check it out." "Good luck, Megaman!"
~~Back at the Contest~~ "Now for our performance test. Thanks to Mr. Orudakoitan for generating enough disturbances to alert a Digger. Here he comes now!"
Megaman rounded the corner, only to see the veritable swarm of Reaverbots staring at him, almost as if he shouldn't be there. The Horokko attacked. They were slowly disabled, until only the Fire and Red Horokko were left.
They lit him on fire and shot fireballs at him until he retreated, injured heavily.
Moral of the story? Don't fight fire with fire. Fight with the fire together against a common goal.
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Post by Dashe on Dec 13, 2014 6:41:27 GMT -5
Sure, that's cool. I guess if anyone wants to do an old theme it's all good. And if anyone has any ideas for a new one, feel free to toss it out at your leisure.
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