Cutstuff War Part 2: A Short Interlude (R.4 P.3)

[Dr. Freeman]

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...Holy shit. And to think I used to wonder what a toad's bad side was... ALSO STILL KINDA TRAPPED I-

Wait a minute. Did Elena destroy the Game & Watch?

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Just to shoot your idea down, she killed a few, but there are still a good chunk alive.

[xColdxFusionx]

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Teddy was cut up by Harry's Shuriken.

[Magnet Dood]

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Well shucks. If the Game & Watch was destroyed, I'd either be trapped in limbo for millions of years, or I could somehow come out through a weird twist of fate...
You just gave me an incredible idea, Dan. I'm gonna go PM EK now~

[AquaRaider64]

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Teddy was Sliced by Harry Shroomlen's Shuriken
WOOT! Mah first character in the war wins! No hard feelings, right Teddy's owner? LOL, JK.

[Tails]

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Teddy was just killed ;w;
Aw I thought I did got on him oh noo he's dead 5ever D:

[Dr. Freeman]

There's a lot less fighting in this chapter. It's more starting up a story arc and introducing some characters.

So I hope you can all deal without your obits and bloodshed.

[Dr. Freeman]

And thus my theory that if no one dies, no one cares about the chapter is confirmed.

Have an epilogue.

[Tails]

I thought it was a rad Epilogue anyway. o3o

[Max]

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Nobody died.

[Red]

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[Plástico

haha, i almost can't believe you put the "á" correctly!
feel free to just call him plastic man if you want though

[Laggy Blazko]

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...And my first character to appear in this is Bucksh- Wait, WHAT?    

[Dr. Freeman]

Do do do, Round 3 is a round

I don't know why I add music but I do.

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Round 3 Chapter 1:

Round 3 Chapter 2:

Round 3 Chapter 3:

Round 3 Chapter 4:

Round 3 Epilogue: I don't know. Play some cool song.

Round 3

Chapter 1

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It was an empty morning at the Chaos Theatre. But it usually was pretty empty in the morning. Sam was sitting at a table counting over money when he heard the elevator doors open. He glanced up from what he was doing as the doors opened all the way to reveal a tall man in what seemed to be a solider uniform holding a machine gun. Instantly, the man started to fire the machine gun all around the room. Sam quickly ducked underneath the table he was sitting and whipped out two pistols.
“Geez, what a wake up call...” Sam muttered under his breath.
The solider started to pace around the room, “Would you know where the manager is?”
“That would be me.”
Another round of gunfire in his direction.
“Do you know what happened here a year ago?!” the man demanded.
“Well, a lot of things happened. We got attacked by a devil like thing, and it really seemed like we were getting invaded every week or something.”
The solider pounded a table he was standing by, “Does the name 'Ninja Sister' mean anything to you?”
Sam started to rise up a little from under the table while keeping his guard up, “Haven't heard the name in my life.”
“You're lying! She died here a year ago!”
“You realize I wasn't the mana-” Sam started, but the man continued to fire in Sam's direction. He rolled under another table and started to fire his own pistols at the crazy man. The solider was startled by the return fire, but quickly recomposed himself. Sam then sent an electric current through his two pistols.
“What makes you think that the manager killed her anyway?! Brawls pop up all the freakin' time here.”
Sam said.
“I'm not saying that you killed her, but as the manager you should have some answers.”  
“Hate to disappoint you, but I don't keep track on deaths here, not part of my job.”
More gunfire headed at Sam's direction. Sam fired one of his pistols which shot a slow moving sphere, which slowly began to move towards the solider.
“You really believe that can stop me?!” The man demanded.
“No. I believe this will.” Sam calmly said as he fired his other gun at the sphere, which caused it to explode right in the soldier's face. When the smoke from the explosion cleared, the man was still standing perfectly fine.
“Wait, what the hell?!” Sam said as he had to duck again, for the solider who started to fire again.
“If you won't tell me anything, you too shall feel the vengeance of Spetsnaz Dad!” The solider said triumphantly.
“Really, that's what you're calling yourself?” Sam asked.
“Ok, now you're going to die.”
Before he could fire, a loud crashing noise and laughter was suddenly heard from above. Sam and Spetsnaz looked above them and noticed two holes in the ceiling, and two almost identical robots flying down to meet them.
“Oh, are we interrupting something?” One of the robots said, while the other was looking at Sam.
“Look at this Plástico! One of Red's followers, you know what needs to be done.”
“Lag Man, what about the other one?” Plástico replied.
“Ugh, you can worry about him if he causes trouble, I'll handle Sam.”
Sam sighed, “Seriously, more of these guys?”
Spetsnaz looked up at the robots, “Well, these aren't related to me...” he muttered.
Lag Man took out his spear and pointed it in Sam's direction, causing a lighting bolt to shoot at him. Sam raised his glove up and countered with his own bolt of lightning. When the two collided, a miniature explosion was created, which took out a pillar in the room.
“Cmon! Those cost money to repair!” Sam said, as he started to fire at Lag Man. Red's creation flew out of the way and turned its hands into cannons, and started to fire those at Sam's direction, blowing up tables along the way.

On the other side of the room, Plástico and Spetsnaz were fighting a very similar battle. The solider got one shot straight at Plástico's head, but the bullet only left a slight dent. The plastic robot fired a shot directly at Spetsnaz's stomach, which send him flying into a wall. But without even flinching, the solider got himself back onto his feet, and rushed towards Sam. The owner of the Chaos Theatre saw him coming, and shot a bolt of lightning at him. While Sam was distracted, Lag Man dived down and tried to stab him with his spear, but Sam got on the ground, and shot Lag Man head on, causing him to go off course. Spetsnaz took a grenade out of his pocket, and threw it in Sam's general direction. But the grenade was intercepted by a flying Lag Man, who knocked the grenade towards the other pillar, blowing it up.
Suddenly, the entire theatre started to shake violently.
“Shit, it's starting to cave in!” Sam said, as he grabbed his stuff and opened a door saying “Emergency Exit”, which revealed a very tall staircase. As Sam began to climb the staircase, he was pursued by Spetsnaz who started shoot after him. Lag Man and Plástico began to fly out of the crumbling theatre, but before he left, Lag Man shot one last blast at the ground below, causing it to catch fire. As the fire began to spread, the two robots flew out of the building...

   Sam and Spetsnaz continued to race up the stairs, they could hear the building starting to crumble, and the smell of flames. Spetsnaz took out a pair of pistols and began to shoot at Sam. He countered by firing the moving sphere at him, which blocked Spetsnaz's path. As Sam made it to the top, he saw that flames were starting to consume the top portion of the building too, though it seemed that everyone working up there had escaped. His thoughts were interrupted by a crashing sound. The elevator wire had burned, and fell to the bottom floor. The deafening noise set off a chain reaction, with the top floor starting to sink a little. Spetsnaz suddenly came rushing out onto the top floor, and shot Sam in the arm. He grabbed his arm in pain, and began to run towards the entrance of the crumbling theatre. Only to see a chunk of the road rise upon him, as the theatre was collapsing upon itself. Sam jumped out of the collapsing theatre, as Spetsnaz followed suit. Outside, Sam ignored every single news reporter on the scene, ran straight towards his motorcycle, where he began to drive away from the city. As the rest of the Chaos Theatre finally collapsed onto the bottom level, and the flames started to consume everything still remaining...

Chapter 2

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It was getting close to evening now, and the bars were packed. But by this point, the people of Port Town really had nothing better to do. While most people were not happy about it, the bartender's business was booming. Though even those who weren't happy really had no choice...

One year earlier...

News of the Battle of Agorix had hit the people around the world. When Port Town received the news, they didn't really pay attention to it, they were more interested in who installed a group of large screens all around the cities biggest buildings. Suddenly, all of the screens turned on as everyone in the city stared at them. The screen revealed a man in completely blue armor, and a black trench coat spinning around in a chair as if he was a child who just got a bucket of candy. Very quickly, the man recomposed himself and faced the camera.
“Hello people of Port Town! My name is Tsukiyomaru Zero, but that's not the important part. Your group of protectors have all sadly died during the war. And I take it upon myself to not only protect you fine people, but to lead you as well!”
The replies from the people were mixed. Some people didn't think twice and thought that protection would be great, though others were suspicious of the sudden shift. One second, most of the squad was alive and the next day they're dead? They weren't even part of the Battle of Agorix. And of course rebellions rose up, but every time a protest would strike up, by the time the next day rolled around it would have ended. And the people would have disappeared during the night as well. Some assumed they just leaved the city, not wanting to deal with whatever they were protesting about, but others thought of the worse.

As time passed on, and the protests started to become less frequent as the disappearances became more apparent, the story of a winged beast patrolling the city was spread around. The story went that anyone who stepped out of line, would be secretly killed during the night. Most didn't question the story too much, but some did an odd looking shadow...

By the time a year had rolled around, no signs up rebellions were around. People were too terrified to even start a minor protest. Groups would bring too much attention, simply talking about it would somehow be heard by Tsuki. And even the joke of a rebellion must be killed off. The only way someone could possibly rebel would be to keep it to themselves. But by this point, while the population is still huge, the only people still around in Port Town are the ones that didn't mind Tsuki's sudden leadership, and the ones too terrified to even think of rebelling. That is, except for one man, who dreamed about freeing the city; Raider.

Present Day

   The bar doors were forced open as Raider slowly walked away from the mass of people inside the building. The man was wearing a pair of sunglasses, blue pants, and a red jacket with a gray shirt underneath it. He looked up at the big tower in the center of the city, his target. While Tsuki did live in a different building, that tower contained all of the things keeping him in power, so if he was able to take it down this whole nightmare would be over. The problem was taking out the building, Raider had a place where he had slowly been gathering supplies, and it was time to get there and put the plan into action. He knew he couldn't go during the day, it would easily be noticed, but if he went during the night he could easily get in there and take some time to put the final preparations. Though going out at night would be staying up past the curfew which was now forced upon the people. But there really wasn’t much else of a choice. And if those rumors about a beast was true, he'd just have to get rid of that too, it might make a good fight too. Raider walked over to the parking lot, jumped on his motorcycle and started to drive towards the outskirts of the city.

   About half an hour had passed, and the roads were empty, save for Raider's motorcycle, it must had been past the curfew already. Though that didn't matter too much, he was almost at the warehouse he needed to go to. Suddenly, Raider heard a loud flapping sound. He turned around and saw a huge green dragon robot flying behind him. Raider stopped the motorcycle in shock and jumped off of it.
“Is this the beast they're talking about?” He muttered to himself in disbelief. He quickly recomposed himself and took out a handle, which turned into a laser katana with the press of a button. He then pointed the blade in the direction of the robot.
“So you're the one who's been said to kill hundreds during the night? I guess I'll just have to take you out in the name of Port Town!”
Raider swung his blade in the direction of the dragon, which caused a wave of energy to be fired at the robot. Due to it's massive size, the dragon wasn't able to avoid the attack, and an explosion enveloped it. As smoke covered the dragon, two massive fire balls were shot out of the smoke in Raider's direction. Without a second thought, he took out a laser shield to block the two fireballs. He then put his katana away and took out a plasma rifle and started to shoot plasma shots in the dragon's direction. While the shots were connecting with the robot, it didn't seem to be taking a lot of damage, and if it was it was good at hiding it. The dragon then swooped down towards Raider and opened its mouth ready to devour him. But before it could, Raider revealed a miniature rocket launcher at the bottom of the rifle, and fired a rocked straight into the dragon's mouth. The huge robot staggered back towards the ground a little. Using this to his advantage, Raider clicked his boots together which allowed him to jump really high into the air, so he could land on the dragon's back. The robot, seeing this started to fly high above the ground and tried to shake Raider off. So he could hold his ground, he took out his laser katana and stabbed the dragon in the back. It let out a mechanical howl as it started to falter a little bit. The dragon then turned its head around and faced Raider. It then started to shoot a barrage of fireballs in his direction. He once again took out his shield to absorb the attacks, but the sheer amount of fireballs being hurled at him caused him to be pushed off of the dragon. As he was falling, Raider took out a pistol and hit a button on it labeled “Wind”. He then fired the gun below him as a gust of wind was shot out of it which allowed him to land safety on the ground. He then hit another button titled “Plant” and fired that towards the dragon. A seed was shot towards the robot, which quickly ate the projectile. For a few moments the dragon seemed pleased with itself as it flew down closer to Raider and prepared to shoot another round of fireballs at him. But before he could, a huge vine that grew from the seed shot out of the robot's chest. In one motion, the dragon had ceased functioning and fell to the road before with a loud crash. Raider looked around to see if anyone had heard that, quickly hopped on his motorcycle and continued to drive towards his destination...

Intermission

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The sun had set and night had fallen over Agorix City. Most of the city lay in the darkness, asleep in their homes. But one building in particular seemed to have a lot of activity going on. On the outside, the building looked like it was in pretty good condition, but the inside showed otherwise. Paint was peeling off of the walls, there was a slight hole in the ceiling which caused water to drop into a corner, and the floor boards would creak with every step. Of course, such an undesirable building would be the perfect place to hold meetings, which was going on with a group of robots.

   Three robots occupied the room, one which looked like your average humanoid robot from the waist up though with a snake body from the legs down, one which was a tan robot with two drill arms and a spark coming out of its head, and what looked like a floating upper body with two large hands.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” the robot with the drills asked,
The one with the snake body smirked, “You don't need to worry. You know that I'm leading this operation, so you should know that I have everything under control.”
The floating robot just punched the air in anticipation, “You worry too much Spark Drillman! Let's just get to the exciting part!”
“Yes...we will strike three days from now. From there we will kill the person in charge of the city, and take it for ourselves.”
The floating robot looked ecstatic, Spark Drillman a bit worried, and the snake satisfied. Though they all stopped what they were doing when they heard clapping echoing throughout the room. A robot clad in red armor with blonde hair slowly walked into the shadows and let out a low chuckle. Without a second thought, the snake robot turned his two hands into cannons.
“What the hell do you want?!” he demanded.
“Oh, you don't need to be so touchy, I just wanted to congratulate you on the big plan you worked out. But don't you think a city is too little? Think of all the extra lives you could be taking if you...I don't know, go for the world instead.” The newcomer started as he walked closer to the trio of robots.
“What are you trying to say...?”
“What I'm trying to say is I can help you. Not only that but I can help escalate your plans to world domination!”
The snake robot started to charge his cannons, “You think you can just waltz in here and take over my plan?! We'll see about that!”
The newcomer sighed and lifted out his hand as a dark energy came out of it. Out of nowhere, all three robots started holding their heads in pain. Green static shot through the bodies, and just as quickly as it begun, the static stopped and the three robots calmly looked at the newcomer.
“So we plan to start our world domination plan in three days, right Master Scrap Metal?” The snake robot asked wearing a grin on its face. The other two robots kept their previous emotions, but were now looking at Scrap Metal as the leader.
Scrap Metal smirked, “Now that's more like it.”
A low cold laugh spread through the night of Agorix City.

Chapter 3

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Deep in a building in Agorix City, Scrap Metal turned to his new allies and smiled.

“Now, let's get down to the dirty business. I have a job that one of you need to do for me. For you see,” Scrap Metal paused and placed a picture of a strange robotic man with red armor around his chest, orange armor protecting his legs, and a silver looking helmet on the table, “Right here we have a little 'Hero' who happened to follow me through time. As with every good plan, there is someone who can stop it, and this is the one that is the greatest threat to the plan. So one of you need to take him out.”

Spark Drillman looked over with worried eyes,
“Who would you send out to do it?” The robot asked.
Scrap Metal put a hand to his chin as a cunning grin spread over his face as he glanced over to Emmisary, “You were leading this group before, am I correct?”
The snake robot grinned and crosses his arms, “That would be correct.”
“Great, go out and take out Paladin.”
Emmisary's smirk quickly disappeared, “Sir, you realize that I know none of his skills, weapons, or his current location?”
“That will not be a problem,” Scrap Metal threw Emmisary a blue cube, “I have a radar tracking his location, how else would you think I know he's here? As for his weapons and skills. He uses a combination of firearms and blades.”
“Both a close range and a long range fighter...” Emmisary grinned, “I like that, a nice challenge.”


   Paladin was slowly walking through the dark streets of a large city, he had heard rumors of people seeing a robot looking similar to the one he has been looking for around this area, so it was in his best interest to search the area. He continued to walk down the street when suddenly a lighting bolt came flying out of the sky, and before he could react he was struck down by the bolt and fell to the pavement. Paladin turned himself around and looked upwards to see a snake like robot standing on top of a building in front of him: Emmisary.

“What a shame,” Emmisary sighed as he crosses his arms, “That usually takes care of the job nice and quick. But it seems that you're made of something tougher than most, which is a real pity...you're gonna have to actually feel the torture you're about to go through...”
Paladin jumped back onto his feet, “Who are you?!”
Emmisary jumped off the building and landed on his feet, “That doesn't matter,” he started as his hands turned into two large cannons, “as you're gonna die in the next three seconds.”

Two large blasts came out of the cannons in Paladin's direction, while he was knocked back by the blast he was still able to keep his ground. Paladin whipped out a machine gun and started to fire it at Emmisary. The robot held his hand out in front of him and closed his eyes, the bullets started to glow, and then harmlessly fell to the ground.
Emmisary began to laugh, “All your efforts are futile. Your bullets can't even harm me!”
“Who says I need bullets?” Paladin scoffed as he took out a blade and began to run in Emmisary's direction.
“Oh yes, I've heard plenty of your other means of offense. Let's take care of that, shall we?” Emmisary taunted as he snapped his fingers. Without any warning, a wall of fire surrounded Paladin on all sides.
“It's been fun, but orders are orders after all.”
Paladin's eyes widened, “But there's only one who would...”
Emmisary rolled his eyes, “Please, I have better things to do than tell you all about who I'm working for, how about we end this.”
“Yes, let us!” Paladin smirked, as he began to jump up in the air past the wall of fire.
“Not so fast!”

Paladin suddenly flew headfirst into a giant block of ice and he fell to the ground. As he looked upwards, he saw that the huge ice block now lay above the fire wall, making escape pretty much impossible.
Emmisary chuckled a little but quickly recomposed himself, “I have standards, I don't leave huge gaping holes for people to escape.” His arms turned into two large cannons that began to charge, “So I bid you farewell!”
Paladin looked upwards and took out a flamethrower that he fired at the ice block, causing it to melt. The second Emmisary fired the energy blast, Paladin once again jumped up into the air, only breaking through the melting ice with his helmet. As he began to descend, he held out his blade downwards.

   As the smoke surrounded the area where the wall of fire once stood Emmisary smiled to himself.
“What a painfully easy job...”
Without warning, Emmisary felt a great pain in his stomach, as he looked down he noticed a huge blade impaling him.
“H-Huh” Emmisary gasped, “Would y-you look at th-that...”
Paladin removed the blade from the robot's body as it fell onto the pavement below. He then picked up the deactivated body, he needed to find out of he was behind this, and fast.

Chapter 4

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7:45 P.M., September 10th, 20XX
“The Oshiro Zone”
Mission Briefing

“Alright, are we all finally here? Since one of you came about, I don’t know, ten minutes after the meeting started.”

Two figures were seated at an oval table, surrounded by ten chairs, with five on each side of the table. One was nestled at the end of the table, while one was at the opposite side, raising his gaze from his screen to glare at the newcomer standing at the door. He seemed to be typing on a holographic screen, filled with disturbing images of destruction and carnage. He turned off the screen with a simple wave of his hand, and rose from his seat.

“And you didn’t even bring me my coffee.” grumbled the irritated fellow, revealing himself to be Dr. Oshiro. Snapping his fingers, he summoned a giant version of the previous screen, which now contained different images. On the right of the screen, there was a picture that looked like it was shot from a dirty lens of a camera, as it was very blurry.

Upon closer inspection, the picture on the right appeared to be that of an archaic city completely surrounded with haze. To the side of this picture was a portrait of a girl with brown hair and green eyes, with goggles on her head and a giant red label across the whole portrait, which read “MISSING” in giant red letters. One could barely read the name “Nido” underneath the red text. There were nine other portraits above and below, with each one having the same message as the first.
“Miss Tardypants, you can take a seat right here.” Dr. Oshiro motioned the girl to an empty chair to his left, and grabbed a laser pointer from the desk.

“About a month and a half ago, we sent a squad of ten to find and investigate Kallipolis, a city rumored to be well-known for its advances in elemental magic and technology.” Dr. Oshiro said, while pulling up an image of a city on a mountain.
“Without help and information from our former ally, Nix Olympus, this site would have stayed concealed and lost in the ‘sands’ of time.” A figure with brown hair and a lock of red popped onto another screen as he said this, along with a map containing a location of the city, which appeared to be near a desert.
“And considering the potential weaponry and resources it contained, that of course, wasn’t an option.” Dr. Oshiro explained, bringing up 3D models of advanced firearms and other weapons, including one which looked like a small anchor.
“However, the signal of these ten disappeared about halfway before they reached their definition, in an indistinguishable location in the desert.” He circled the entire area of the desert with the pointer.
“We’ve been searching for them with no success, until… this distress signal appeared. It was sent by Nido, the leader of the team, just recently, around yesterday morning. Immediately, we traced the signal to an area located near the center of the desert, where we sent some drones to survey the area. However…”

Oshiro frowned, and brought up several destroyed drones. “Most of them ended up crushed, or wadded into metallic junk wads. However, there was one still left slightly intact, which took the picture I brought up before.” Dr. Oshiro circled the picture again, noting the parts of it that contained the city.
“Anyways, your task is to locate this ‘city’, find who’s been destroying my creations, and look for survivors. I trust you’ve received battle instructions from Mikhail?” he smirked, staring at the robot sitting in front of him.
“Of course! Just leave it to me!” Meteor Man roared with enthusiasm, leaping from his seat with his fist raised in the air.
 “And of course, let’s not forget about you.” Oshiro sighed, staring at the girl to his left. She was spending most of her time staring at a giant crystal ball with utter boredom. The girl responded with a simple roll of the eyes, and went back to what Oshiro assumed was ignoring him. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, quelling his frustration, and resumed his speech.

“As for transportation, you’ll be taking a car. I’ll provide you both with Exit Units and some medical supplies, and keep a tracking beacon so you won’t exit my sight. You know, so you don’t end up like those unlucky ten.” Dr. Oshiro said, with what appeared to be a dash of challenge in his statement. He snapped his fingers again, and the entire conference room descended into a garage underground. Meteor Man regarded this with incredulity, while the girl remained unfazed. The car was located right in front of them.

As the two rose from their seats and walked to the car, Oshiro tersely said to the girl, “Oh, and if you don’t save her? Well, that gives me no choice…”
He looked at the girl with a pretentious stare.
“…but to remove you from the premises, Celeste Alaron.”


1:34 P.M., Sept. 11, 20XX.
Somewhere in the Desert

The billowing smoke clouds engulfing the back of a car were the only abnormal sight in the vast desert, cutting a fine, but cloudy line in the barren wasteland. The car itself was also peculiar, as there were no roads to drive on, and not many would consider driving in such a dangerous, uninhabited place. The car looked ordinary enough, but the insignia of a certain “Dr. O” was imprinted on the hood.

Inside the car, there sat a robot with brown hair and robotic, golden armor, holding the wheel with one hand and conversing with the passenger beside him. If one took a look at his face, he might be reminded of someone famous, but who had long faded into legends of old. The robot’s official name was DCN-10, but most people called him “Meteor Man”. He seemed to be discussing about his favorite game, a game about “blue bombers”, to the girl sitting to his right.

The girl sitting on his right seemed to be in her teens, yet her attire seemed to state that there was something more. She dressed in blue robes that turned purple at the edges, much like her hair, which came down to her shoulders. She wore two earrings, depicting the sun and the moon, suggesting a connection to the Astral Arts. She sat in her seat with a blank expression, staring out the window and not uttering a word.

 “…and when he shot the capsule, with only a sliver of life remaining, he defeated the nefarious Doctor Wily and saved the world! Isn’t Mega Man amazing?” Meteor Man finished, with the type of excitement often seen in fans dedicated to their beloved game, such as those who loved shooting games with little girls or games about accelerating upwards with rockets. The girl didn’t respond, regarding the topic with disinterest and went back to staring out the window. Sensing this rather cold reaction, Meteor Man sighed and went back to his tedious job of staring straight forward into the sandy horizon. Idle conversation seemed to be impossible with this woman. Meteor Man scratched his head. What did Oshiro tell him?

“Either she’s mute, or she’s doing it on purpose. If it’s the latter, then she’s doing a great job, because it’s irritating and annoying.” snapped an exhausted Dr. Oshiro to Meteor Man, right before his departure. “Oh, and the fancy moniker she goes by is Celeste Alaron. Just make sure she cooperates, understand?”

Before Meteor Man could contemplate more on the matter, the entire scenery around him became progressively darker. Looking above at the sun roof, massive storm clouds rolled in from the opposite direction, something he hadn’t noticed before. The entire front of the road became surrounded in a foggy haze, heavy enough to block his entire view. Desperately, he turned on the high beams, but the haze was too thick to see a difference. However, Meteor Man could hardly make out the outline of a large city in the distance. He floored the accelerator, heading straight to his destination.
Before long, the place known as the City of Haze towered above him.

The city reminded Meteor Man of the one time he visited Pharaoh Man’s tomb, during an excavation with Dr. Cossack. Old and broken, it mostly consisted of buildings that looked more like giant, windowed bricks, or nothing resembling a shape at all. However, the city in front of him was almost intact, surprisingly, since all the buildings looked well worn with age. Instead of producing the standard ruin feel, this city felt ominous and foreboding, giving the impression to “keep out”. Meteor Man parked the car right in front of the iron gate, which was wide open. Ironically, it was the only part of the city that looked inviting.

“Nice place, huh.” said Meteor Man, wondering what idiot would bother to build a city in the middle of a desert. He motioned for Celeste to come near, who was busy examining the city.
“Alright, remember; we search for any of the ten survivors, rescue them, and leave, okay? No touching ANYTHING unless you want to be hit by a thousand arrows or smashed by a giant spike wall.” Meteor Man instructed. Celeste rolled her eyes, giving the expression that he was clearly exaggerating. Meteor Man sighed, and walked towards the broken gates.
“Let’s see if whoever sent that distress signal is alive to begin with.” he muttered, kicking the door aside.

Celeste summoned a ball of light, and Meteor Man turned on his headlight.
Inside the city, hazy streets were filled with shops of all sizes, with stands directly bordering them. The stores looked antiquated and old, like something you would expect from the Victorian era. However, all the stands were barren and on the verge of falling apart. The entire scene looked normal, except for the massive litter of skeletons on the brick road. Some were in normal positions, such as sitting down on a bench, while others leaned precariously towards walls or were laid upon the street. The bones were bleached with white, and upon closer inspection, had no skull. Eerily, not a single skull was seen in sight. Meteor Man grimaced and kept walking. He’d already seen Skull Man multiple times before, so the uncanny sight didn’t bother him too much except for the obvious question of where their heads were. Celeste contained the same vacant expression on her face. They walked on, towards where the shadowy clouds were gathering.

In front of them stood a giant church, with cracked stained glass windows and a soaring spire, surrounded by dark clouds. Listening carefully, they could hear chanting in another tongue, coming from the dark interior of the church. Exchanging glances, Celeste and Meteor Man carefully walked inside.
Candles were placed in rows next to the pews, providing the only light in the room. Skeletons scattered themselves among the pews, once again having no heads. In the center of the room, nine crumpled balls of metal were scattered around. The strangest sight in the room wasn’t either of these sights, but at the altar in the front of the room.

A hooded figure stood in front of the marble altar with raised arms, hovering over something lying on the altar. The figure seemed to be chanting, but the words were unintelligible. In the right hand of the figure, a decorated knife ascended to the head level, and then clasped by both hands. Below the knife lay a brown haired woman, dressed in standard adventure attire, consisting of goggles on top of her head and a black leather jacket. She lay upon the altar with closed eyes, as if she was in a deep sleep. Recovering from his earlier shock at this bizarre sight, Meteor Man summoned a meteor and hurled it at the figure, just as the knife was beginning its fatal descent…
…And the knife launched towards the meteor, creating an explosion where the two connected in midair. The knife, losing momentum, fell to the floor with a clang. The figure turned around and let out a hollow, artificial laugh.

 “I was wondering when my ‘audience’ would arrive.” taunted the figure. “Although I didn’t expect them to ruin the performance!” The figure cackled, and pulled out a gun from one of the pockets in the black robe. As soon as it made the motion of raising it, Celeste raised her hand and a red aura surrounded it. The area around the figure burst into a wreath of red flames, and it staggered back, his entire form brightly colored in a mix of orange and red. As Celeste lowered her hand, the cloak of crimson threw itself at her, barely missing her by inches as she swerved to the right, almost knocking Meteor Man over. Meteor Man, regaining his balance, raised his gaze with surprise to analyze what was in front of him.

The figure was a man, decorated in a dark purple suit with a red tie, with dark crimson hair. He held a rather large and advanced rifle in his hands, and aimed it towards his direction. Before Meteor Man could react, the rifle lit up and fired, impairing his vision to static and rendering him unable to move. He felt something pass by him to his left, and heard a gruesome drawing of blood. When his senses came to, he saw a pool of blood on his left, and Celeste clutching her right arm in pain. The man looked at his knife in his hand with a psychotic smirk, observing the smirch of red on the jeweled blade.

“Th-This blood… it’s much more potent than my original sacrifice!” he said, staring at his blade as if it was a diamond. He turned his gaze back to the two heroes, focusing more on the girl.
“It seems my prey has more worth than what I originally thought.” he said with a smile. “After all, your wonderful donation should hasten my plans tenfold- no, one HUNDRED fold!” He eyed Celeste with a peculiar look, and then closed his eyes in a dreamy expression.

“Just who are you, and what in Cossack’s beard are you doing?” yelled Meteor Man, nervously switching his gaze from the bloodied arm to the knife.
“The name? Nox Arcanum, the savior of your pitiful existence.” he said, casually flipping the knife in the air.
“What I was doing? I was almost finished with my sacrifice to the god, Boreas, until you impolitely interrupted me. Now I need to start all over, but this time…” Nox began to draw a bloody circle in the air in front of him with his knife. “I’ll have a better host. As for you…” He sniffed the air, and shook his head. “No, I can’t smell a single drop of blood on you. Useless.”

“Unlike your “partner”, your fate is already laid upon you. Just like your… counterparts.”  Nox grinned, pointing at the scrap in the middle of the room. Realizing his “fate,” Meteor Man widened his eyes, and a glowing ball of rock formed in his right hand.
He smiled and looked towards Celeste, his knife almost at the peak of the circle.

“For you, I’ll savor every single moment of my knife heading straight into your abdomen. The blood splattering all over the altar, your heart racing to its final end, and the last strand of your life snapping away.” Nox said happily, returning to his blissful expression. “Thanks to the amount of power contained in your body, the sacrifice should be enough to summon the deity. And when that happens…” Nox couldn’t control himself; his entire body doubled over and quivered. “His life… will be forfeit as well!” he barked, laughing insanely at the very idea.

Celeste, clutching her wounded arm, began to charge another spell, but Nox finished the circle, which reduced her attack to a fizzle of blue sparks. Just as he was about to dash forward, a flurry of star shaped projectiles rained down from the sky, slicing small tears into his suit. Nox pulled out a pistol and shot wildly at the air, clipping Meteor Man in the shoulder and sending him spiraling downwards towards one of the pews. Meteor Man launched his remaining meteor towards the ground, and the resulting explosion pushed him upwards above Nox. Nox casually walked a few paces back, pointing his knife at the spot he was going to land. Suddenly, a gust of wind sent him lurching over Nox, with a look of surprise. Meteor Man launched another meteor at Nox, which smashed him towards the back of the church, while Meteor Man landed and collapsed in front of the altar.

Celeste stood back on her feet, covered with a white aura surrounding what appeared to be a crystal ball in her right hand. Meteor Man rose, hoisting the girl next to him on his shoulder, and then leaped towards Celeste, landing in a cautious fighting stance beside her. Nox casually stood and wiped the dust from his shoulder, looking unfazed and entertained.
“Nice trick.” Nox chuckled, fixing his rumpled tie. “I admit I was caught off guard by your fast recovery, but I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again.” Following this statement, he drew three more bloody circles in quick succession, one on the ground and two in the air. Celeste and Meteor Man froze in place, immobilized to the ground. Nox punched the circle on the ground, creating a tremor which reverberated throughout the entire church. Immediately, the walls began to crumble and groan, and the entire church began to fall apart.

Satisfied with his work, Nox walked toward his soon-to-be-victims, knife in hand. The ceiling was on the verge of collapsing, and the center slowly tipped inward, threatening to cave in. He dashed recklessly towards Celeste with blinding speed, grabbing her and tossing her straight through the already weakened door, forcibly sending her outside. Meteor Man could only watch in horror as the aged stone ceiling above formed the shape of a V and descended upon him, columns collapsing in sequence and statues reducing themselves to dust. He hastily took what looked to be a neon sign from his pocket compartment, and grasped it in his and the unconscious girl’s hand with all his might, closing his optical sensors while everything around him turned to dust. There was a single flash, and then complete darkness.

Outside of the church, the storm began to worsen. Rain fell to the ground in waves, drenching the entire city. Celeste rose slowly, while the red eyes of Nox stared at her from the growing shroud of fog. Nox ignored the collapsing building behind him, and gazed upon her with contempt.
“I might have miscalculated the extent of your power, magician.” taunted Nox, tossing his blade into the air. “Magicians are supposed to be entertainers, yet you’re the worst I’ve seen.” he sneered, absorbing more blood from his knife. “Why, it almost feels like…  Nox caught his blade, preparing to draw another pentacle. “There’s no doubt about it. You’re holding back, aren’t you?”

Silence. Nox sighed and raised the knife to the pentacle’s original position. Suddenly, several jagged streaks of light struck the raised knife, and a deafening roar rebounded throughout the city. Nox’s entire body flashed, and his entire body shook as more bolts appeared from the clouds above. A torrent of water rushed towards his stunned body, drenching him and pushing him towards the remains of the destroyed church. Celeste lowered the glowing crystal ball in her left hand, averted her gaze and ran away from the fallen figure, heading for the entrance of the city.

After what had seemed to be miles, the rusted iron gates could be seen in the distance among the rain, seemingly persuading her to leave. She could see the dark outline of the car a few paces away, her one ticket to freedom. Her other ticket was nothing more than a few broken wires and switches, thanks to Nox. Just as she passed the gate, she froze in her tracks, enveloped in another pentacle. She sighed and looked behind her, charging up her crystal ball.

Nox, now looking more psychotic than before, ran towards Celeste at a ferocious speed. His suit had tears all over, and his hair sparked with electricity, but the wide smile on his face remained unchanged. Celeste blindly fired fireballs, icicles, and anything to impede him. Nox sidestepped the first row of projectiles, jumping over the icicles and gathering speed. Celeste aimed a burst of earth on the ground, morphing into jagged stalagmites and creating an impassable blockade. The grasp of the pentacle weakened and faded away, just as Nox smashed through the blockade with his fist. The resulting aftershock and debris blasted Celeste sideways onto the trunk of the car, collapsing heavily onto the ground.

Immediately, Nox grabbed Celeste by neck and slammed her against the trunk.
“Why should we bother with an altar?” He raised his knife steadily, still stained with blood. “I’m positive that cars provide the same effect!” The knife hovered in the air for a moment, and plunged towards the heart of his victim. In panic, Celeste dropped the crystal ball in her right hand, which landed under Nox, and concentrated, staring at the still-darkened sky. A single beam of light pierced through the black heavens, lighting a line through Nox’s exposed back. His face contorted with pain, and he flinched, holding the knife in place, hand shaking. Several more lines pierced through his back, all piercing the crystal ball underneath, which began to shine brightly with each beam collected. It flashed for a brief second, and released a cone shaped wave of energy in his direction, consuming his entire figure in white.

His hold now released, Celeste could only see a body consumed in flames, along with what seemed like the entire frontal border of the city. She sighed with heavy breath, shuttered, and collapsed on the soft desert sand, next to the smoldering ball. The sun dazzled with radiance, lighting the remains of the city for the first time in decades.

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8:15 PM, Sept. 11 20XX
Helig Castle

“The Chaos Theatre has been destroyed.”

Sam had kept driving away from the old theater. Whether he wanted to tell him the news himself or not, Thatguy would learn before long, and he figured it was better to tell him sooner than later. He arrived at the castle, Thatguy was sitting at a table looking a paper over with Galaxy and Ventus nearby. Sam slowly walked in, wondering how he would react, or how badly he would react. Nevertheless he told Thatguy the news.

The king looked up from his paper and at Sam, “...I don't know why the news of a random theater being destroyed concerns me.”

If Sam was the type to do an over the top double take, he probably would have. Thatguy cared deeply for his theater, even if he hadn't been in contact with him for a while he figured that wouldn't have changed.

Ventus shared a similar look of confusion before he decided to speak up, “Well up to this point in time you always wanted to know everything about the place, considering you owned it...”

Thatguy remained in silence for a few moments before breaking out into a light chuckle, “Don't worry about it, the place wasn't important to me anymore anyway.”

“You also have quite a few assassins on your tail. Might want to do something about that.” Sam added.

“Really now?” Thatguy looked around the rather vacant room, “In that case I suppose a few more bodyguards wouldn't hurt anyone...”



6:30 AM, Sept. 12 20XX
Agorix City

The building seemed to appear overnight. For the state of disrepair Agorix was in, it was surprising for the citizens to discover a new large polished building standing in the middle of the city. People frolicked to the new building, unsure of what it was for. Huge red letters stood on top of the building, lighting up the city. Seeing a small crowd form under the building, a set of sliding doors opened near the top where a balcony protruded from the skyscraper.

A figure walked out on the balcony, it was safe to say that it wasn't a human, even if it was in humanoid shape. It's skin was close to pitch black, blue hair running past its neck. Green and blue clothing ran down its frame, with a yellow mining hat sat on top of its head. One hand had a firm grasp of a dark green cane and a smirk lay across his face. The figure looked down to the crowd and began a small speak to the curious onlookers. Mentioning how in the time of war, this company would give products to the people at a constant rate. And who knows, with all the violence going around the products could help them survive in a cruel world.

TGOT Incorporated was open for business.


9:43 PM, Sept. 12 20XX
Port Town

Tsukiyomaru tapped his foot impatiently. Something big was happening, he knew it. He had watched the news of the new war beginning to erupt. However, he had believed that he wouldn't be affected. His city would be safe. There was the assassination of the King of England. A name he saw in the papers a year ago. If he just stayed low, he could maintain his city. After the failure of summoning Noxium, it was probably the best choice. And it was going splendid.

Until the Mecha Dragon was destroyed. While the robot's destruction wasn't a big loss to Tsuki himself, it did open his eyes. He wasn't safe with his control. Someone was trying to tear him down. With the death of other prominent figures, and even the news of Thatguy's old base burning down, he became paranoid. Even if he didn't care for them, he knew that even the people on top of the food chain weren't safe. He didn't think he couldn't handle any threats, he figured he had the ability to do just that. However, he never knew if their would be an ambush now. Due to the paranoia, Tsuki had hired a bodyguard, someone he knew could hold himself in a fight and keep a sharp look out for things. Tsuki turned around as he heard a group of footsteps coming into his office. The guard had arrived.

Tsuki smiled as the doors slid open, “It's nice to finally see you Antares.”


10:04 PM, Sept 12 20XX
Agorix City

Scrap Metal looked out of a window, a small flying drone flew behind him. A mere sentry robot he corrupted earlier. It relayed a small message. Emmisary had been killed in battle against Paladin

The robot barely reacted, “Pathetic. And he called himself a leader.” he glanced behind him at the other two robots standing, “And these simply won't do. I need more of them...” his gaze returned to the sentry drone, “Give me info on where I can find a large amount of robots. And don't keep me waiting.”


12:43 AM, Sept 13 20XX
Unknown Location

There was a blinding flash. Smoke filled the area, a small fire had broken out. A large crater stood in the center of the smoke, and in the crater sat a small pod. The door slid open, the figure inside obviously confused. Its head was shaking, unsure about what just happened. A robotic figure, Neo Trollman. The crash landing caused the robot's memory banks to malfunction, and now it just stood in the crater it created, lost and confused. Without a choice it began walking forward, hoping to get somewhere.



ERROR IN FINDING COORDINATES

“Get out.”

“Please, you have no say over what happens anymore.”

“I never should have trusted you.”

“You never should have.”

“I'll fix this. I can get out of this.”
   
“Really, you can't. No one will know what's happening. All you have now is a little voice that won't shut up. Every other thing in your life is now mine, and mine alone.”

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Whoo, epic action sequence! Gotta love epic action sequences.

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man i'm a badass

[Solar Equinox]

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And thus the chaos theatre was burned down.
So much grief caused by that one place that is supposed to entertain others.