A roleplay of epic proportions

[Magnet Dood]

Nice to see many different writing styles. Makes this more unique.

Anyway, back to Search Man:

"No! Stop!" The drill sergant's order was futile as the robot continued to lift it.

The second head quickly extended his hand in an attempt to stop him, but by then, it was too late. A Search Missle was locked onto the jet, and there was no way of telling if it would hit.

"Alpha 03! Move up! Move up!"

"Watch it! We've got somethin on our tail!"

"Pull up! Pull up NOW!"

"Do a barrel roll! Do a barrel roll"

Frantic shouts could be heard over the radio system as the jet was attempting to evade the missle. But the missle was too good; it hit the plane's wing and it started going down.

"Quick! Initiate eject!"

"Hold on... I think I've got it..."

"No time! Eject! Eject!"

The second pilot got out of the plane quickly, but the first pilot was willing to land it. Soon a deafining crash could be heard.

Fire crews swarmed the area and put out the smoldering jet. Luckily the pilot ejected in the nick of time and escaped unhurt. Meanwhile, soldiers managed to get Search Man on the ground. "Why'd you do it, you turncoat!" "You're scrap metal!" "This will cost us thousands!" These complaints and more were heard.

Suddenly, the first head snapped out of his trance. "Ugh... What... happened?" The stunned robot looked at the hangar, damaged, and then the jet, a sizzling wreck. "You've got a lot of explaining to do, sir..."

(Yes, I did just make a Star Fox reference.   )

[Proto Man]

My Journal Entry for Protoman

 Standing on a giant cliff overlooking the city I am watching the peacful bustling from above.
"I wonder how my brother Megaman and Sister Roll and Father Dr.Light are doing" I thought to myself. I start my teleporting procedures and begin whistling my favorite tune which is somewhat of a habit of mine when I teleport. Then I saw a jet fly peacefully by over Search Man's shooting range but then I saw a Homing Sniper go up to it and watched the jet explode then I teleported to where Search Man is whistling my favorite tune. Luckily while the Homing Sniper was in the air I used my Variable Weapons Sytem to copy that ability.  I landed right next to Search Man and the Drill Seargent are standing and I shouted Search Man what on Earth did you do and why!!!  I started to grab my shield and charge my Proto Buster.  Search Man turned torwards me, that same force that took over his mind earlier had returned and he aimed his Homing Sniper Launcher at me.
 

I decided it was time for some characters to meet.  

[LlamaHombre]

I will have my revenge on these people.

But I'm not strong enough, damn it!

I need an extra push...
Something to revolutionize the way I rule upon my people...

Even if I must turn to the hands of evil again.

[Tails]

(Yay, I'm getting around to this)

Why, is this on? Good, very good. These dim scientists want to study me and how a robot can survive acfter years and years. Me! A unidentified flying object swirling through this dismal city. But enough idle chat, the stars are looking captivating this evening. We had just discovered two stars near Neptune: Romulus X12 and Remus Nirvana, very odd looking stars. It was days later that I noticed an acquaintance of mine, a Mr. Astroman, has been a bit off his usual behavior. A wall was completely crumpled near his workspace. Crumpled! As if out of anger! Not like him at all, no siree. Alas, this is why I am cooped up in a small, hidden room, underneath the Earth, where no one knows where my whereabouts or my fate. Mad, you must be thinking, but perish the thought! I'm completely sane. I don't want to catch Mr. Astroman's grumpiness; who knows why he acts like an untamed lion. And now, that's not the worst of this mess, I swear to you. They want me to hide for a long period of time to see how much our solar system changed. I think after, say, 500 years or so I'll return to surface and study the astrological patterns that differ from now to then. Also, I'm not tempting to talk with my brethren. Mr. Plug Man is giving me the devil's eyes for no logical reason, and Splash Woman... let's not get into that. Women and their emotional stresses and all that. I'll be solving my boring daily life here underground through a small security system placed secretly all over. Some aimed at the sky, some at the marvels I once cherished. Heavens to Betsy, this battery life on this recoding device is awful. I'll have to recharge for a day. Cheers!
April 5th, 20XX

[Solar Equinox]

Entry for Crashman: *_____*= does Action
Voices:( Simple computer style voice )
(Narrator)
(Crashman)
*whrill *hummm *beep These words echo in the basment of the wily castle.  Where spare parts and old robots are stored.  They are each here for a reason, one in peticular is currently being reactivated.[Power on. Activate main intel chip. Reboot lost files. Running CrashMan]

Huh....what the......*looks at arm* Im..Alive?...Im alive....... HOLY SWEET GOD IM ALIVE !!!!!*jumps up and head hit's a pipe* Ow..... *looks around* Where am I ? *look's to the left and sees a rusting met.*   Oh god...why am I down here ? Wait Im starting to remeber *flashes back*

Wily: CRASHMAN YOU FOOL, I GIVE YOU NOT ONE BUT TWO CHANCES TO KILL MEGAMAN AND YOU END UP DANCING...BOTH TIMES!!!!!

But sir your them on who programed me to do tha-

Wily: ENOUGH!!!! I give you explosive powers that are better than Bombman's and this is how you repay me... I guess I'll have to shut you down

You woul--bzzzzbizzroup

Wily: I just did. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

*Flashes back to regular time* Oh..yeah....I have a dept to repay *eyes glare red for a second*

[MagnetMan497]

See, we can all get along while RPing! inb4 yellow devil
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"Mornin'!"

Agh. I rase my head, roll over my right shocker, and fall off the bed.

"Good morning, Dynamo Man."

It's a quiet morning in the small treehouse Dynamo and I live in. It's filled with all the techy gadgets and stuff, y'know, being the electricians we are.

"Off for some food?" I ask Dynamo in a quiet voice.
"Yeah, come along."

We walk off into the forest, sparks in hand. Lock the door, we're off.

[Tails]

Sigh. Galaxy Man reporting. Mr. Dynamo Man and whoever else he tags along with are making such a disturbance. Can't I activate sleep mode in piece?! What wretched robots. From the news, it appears little by little, robots are attacking humans! Thankfully I'm not above ground to catch whatever damned disease they are having. Until then, I shall activate sleep mode.
April 7th, 20XX

[Korby]

I quit.

This is becoming the Roboenza topic(s).

[Ivory]

I do too.

This is entirely what I didn't have in mind when I first heard of this topic. As Korby said, this is the Roboenza topic all over again.

[CHAOS_FANTAZY]

Quite honestly, there are too many people writing too many introductions, and we won't get organized for some good interaction for quite some time.  Also, one monkey wrench could mess up the entire thing--we need to do this on a smaller scale.

Bad things happen in threes--I relinquish my role as Elec-Man.

[JaxOf7]

Quitters got me a little nervours... bah, I'll try anyway.
By the way Flame is talking, I'm guessing he's supposed to be one of the first "recruits." Hope he dosn't mind some company...

Grenade Man here!
I'm several feet under sand right now~!
Why? Well, I practice this fancy thing called "shock and awe," and I figure, "whats more shocking than my entrance?"
Yeah, blowing up a wall is cool and all, but what if I could also blow up the ground and come out like some kind of drill-based robot?
And that is why I'm practicing in a desert. (Being on the run from both the law and terrorists gets you in some weird places...)
Burrowing and setting up the bombs took me a couple hours and I guess I haven't hit the detonate button yet in order to savor the moment...

Wait, is that a voice approaching in the distance? Finally, a witness and some feedback!
He sounds upset... well, who dosn't like explosions?! Time to make a happy day~!

*Hits detonator and a frantic burst of light, fire, and sand reveals Grenade man as he hops out of the sand crater he now just created*

"That. felt. good...
Huh, Flame Man? From that tournament?
I'm Grenade Man! How did you like my entrance?
Clearly you are shocked and awed!
Or maybe that's a seizure..."

[Mr. Sean Nelson]

Quitters are all too common on these pessimistic forums.
Stop making obligations you can't fulfill.

*Meanwhile, atop Dr. Wily's deserted space platform on the massive Wily Tower*

*beew-beew-beew...*
-100 Mega Man training simulation complete-

It's so easy to destroy these wretched holograms, but they're nothing like the real thing!
Even with the Evil Energy, I wasn't capable of defeating him!
I'm the most powerful robot alive, so what am I missing?

It's been a long time since I've been back to Earth, I wonder what those junk robots and the ridiculous mad doctor are up to...

[Myroc]

Yyyyep, I knew this was going to turn into unorganized fanwank. See ya.

[Cheminometry]

((I'm jumping right into Magnet man's story, I think we should all meet up asap.))

I see them running scared. They think that because it's raining it'll be difficult for me to catch them. How presumtuous. I'm Nitro Man, stunt robot extroirdinaire. I've jumped canyons, traversed winding rivers by wheelie hopping from log to log, I've even driven backwards through an Indy 500 track. I was built for stunts, I was built for the rain.

As I catch up to them, I notice a wooden pallette set up as a ramp. I could catch them without it, but why not show off a little? I drive and pop a wheelie, and soar above the ones I'm chasing, landing in front of them. "Hello, Magnet Man. Enjoying the rain?"

[MagnetMan497]

I do too.

This is entirely what I didn't have in mind when I first heard of this topic. As Korby said, this is the Roboenza topic all over again.

Now that I think about, you're right.

I'm dropping out as well. This is not a real RP.