The Cutopian Writers' Guild

[Deviddo]

Rozark, that was beautiful.  Please share more of your work.

[Galactan]

Thanks for the reminder, Rozark.
I wrote a poem about fear that I shared long ago.  It's not pretty by any means.

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Why do we look for that which peers at us from darkness?
Do we feel scared, perhaps, or left alone in this world?
From the sky, and from the shadow, it closes in around us.
A never ending grasp of fear that causes every action.
The slightest breeze, the slightest sneeze, and we run off crying murder!
Faceless shadows, creeping dark, the cry of death, they plant the spark
of fear, fear, endless fear,
a fear that severs us from all that’s dear.
Fear, the mindkiller, the ruler of souls.
the drive for all that comes and goes.
We fear our deaths, we fear the strong, the strong fear we, the fearful throng.
A neverending cycle drives us further on through life,
the fearless are looked down upon as strangers caught by strife.
And down,
down,
down,
quickly down,
the fear, it drives us further.
To madness, theft, war, greed, and even vile murder.
It takes us in and closes down our every passing moment.
It locks us in its deadly grasp with laughter ever mordant.
And never, ever, ever, shall we see the light of braveness
For fear, it holds us now, and shall for countless ages.

[Dr. Freeman]

Here is part 1 of a short 3 part interlude between Island Survival 3 and Cutstuff Adventure.

Yes, I kill characters but I would have a problem if I didn't take care of this loose end.

Whatever.
No one read this.

A Short Interlude
Part 1

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Smoke erupted from the capsule as the door slowly slid open. The moment the door was wide open, a man stumbled out of the capsule. The man wore a messy lab coat over a black shirt and he seemed to be no younger than 50 years old. He kept a hand close to his chest as he caught his breath. Things in there didn't go exactly as planned.

“No!” the mysterious man was clearly in a panic now. He had all the power in this world, his world but they had found the one way to escape him. He had to program an escape in the world in case something went horribly wrong.
But they went and found it.

The sun began to crash down upon the island, but it was too late, the survivors had already escaped to another part of the world. It would take too long to track them down.

But it was still his world.

The man looked behind him at more capsules. A couple were empty, a few had readings indicating the subject inside had been terminated during the course of the experiment. It's true, most of them had been by his own hand, but not all of them.

The dead bodies were no surprise, in all of his previous experiments he had causalities, after all it was part of  his work, and with it he had a place to dispose of them. But not today, there were other matters at hand.

It is true that people have survived the whole thing before. Experiment Number 23. The one with the murderer added to the controlled environment. A few managed to make it out of that one alive. However, he went along with this decision and continued Experiment Number 24 with the same survivors plugged in, and others, himself included. All to make sure they wouldn't survive a second round.

Two things made Experiment Number 38 different. He had three survivors running around his virtual world now. He could rope them into a new adventure like he did a while back but these three already knew the nature of the world. He couldn't manage an experiment with three subjects, it couldn't be done. He was unable to wipe the subject's memories. The nature of his program made it so the subject could only be affected by events happening in the virtual reality.

There was also the taste of power the man felt.

In his world, he had complete power. He could summon whatever his heart desired. He could shift environments, summon weapons of mass destruction, create entire beings with merely his thoughts!  
His downfall was his own fail-safe.

Yet how he longed to have such a power again. But in his world there were only three people to appreciate it.

Unless...

He had connections. Many years ago he had been placed in a school for gifted students. There were many people there, but there was one who took a liking to ancient history, treasures, fossils and the like. And if he remembered his colleague’s rambling correctly...
The man looked back at the capsules and towards a large computer that was running the entire simulation. He wouldn't need another simulation. He had been getting answers the last three years, the last 38 experiments.

And the man knew what it was he wanted next.

He walked over to a small rack and placed a black cloak over his jacket. He would usually use the cloak to obtain his next subjects in the dead of night but he had no use for it now. He then walked over to a small closet where he removed a red container.

In a short three minutes, the entire room was coated with gasoline. He looked back at his machine once more, it was his greatest creation to this date. But why would that matter in the end when he could create anything he wanted?

The man picked up a black cane and walked to the doorway of his small lab before lighting a match and throwing it into the room.

In a mere minute, the entire lab was overtaken by flames. Destroying the man's machine, subjects, and life's work.

But that wouldn't matter. Count Nostalgia had an old friend he had to visit.

[Rozark]

Eh, enough time has passed
I told myself "Let's do it" so here we go

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"On The Edge of Tomorrow"

What flare for a Scarlet Evening!
Oh how one would quiver upon thy frame
Here comes the impeccable dawning!

Crying screams the lightning
Which victim shall it claim?
What flare for a Scarlet Evening!

Pitifully raced the shortcoming
None could diminish this flame
Here comes the impeccable dawning!

Whatever is this fiend becoming?
Even it had no shame
What flare for a Scarlet Evening!

It enjoys the Strawberry Sweetening
Whoever is to blame?
Here comes the impeccable dawning!

Shall the light ever seek morning?
When shall this be tame?
What flare for a Scarlet Evening!
Here comes the impeccable dawning!

-Rozark Kyouko

The third wave/newest set of poems have sort of a more.. not themish.. story-centric I guess? Different poetry styles exist as well.
Yea, I'm posting these in a reverse order that I've written them.

[Galactan]

Hahaha no

[Ceridran]

[section] = [Not Our Writings]

[reason] = Heard this from a friend.

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One good morning in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced eachother,
Drew their swords and shot eachother.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
Came and shot those two dead boys.
If you don't believe this story is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too.

[Jatea]

hey losers
I got really bored at 2 AM and so I decided to capitalize on one of the many story ideas I have just sitting around

here's a section of the story
because I should sleep and work on this some more later

The Geminitopian Secession: Part One

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Sigh. “Seriously? Another one?! Just how many beams are we going to be hit by?”

It had been two months since the nation of Airtopia fell. King Airman James had been deposed and disposed of at the hands of the Cutopian King Cutman Mike, but his death was not the end of the conflict. Shortly before their duel, James cursed the land of Cutopia to be forever bombarded by 'bandwidth beams,' and these beams would continue to terrorize the Cutopians for the next few months.

On this particular evening, Geminibro was sitting at a table in the White Cutter, taking another big swig of Eurasian vodka. He gazed at Pansage Park, which was currently in the middle of yet another bandwidth blast. He had been the victim of a bandwidth blast, as had many other Cutopians. It was almost like being on the receiving end of a Time Slow, except that people seemed to flicker in and out of reality every so often. Sometimes they would even appear to teleport from one place to another.

He took a bite out of his salmon burger and washed it down with the last of his bottle of vodka. “Excuse me, lumberjacks, but I'd like another drink. Today, please.”

“Sir, I think you should be going now,” the waitress said.

“I'll go when I've had enough!” He tried to take one last swig of his vodka, but he forgot that he drank the entire bottle and dropped it on his own face. “Aw, fuck!” He held a hand to his forehead, gently massaging it.

The bistro's patrons all jumped at the expletive, looking on as the manager came to his table and escorted the drunken fool outside.

“Now, you know we have a strict no-profanity policy. Come back when you learn some manners!” He threw Geminibro out on the ground and went back inside. Geminibro got back on his feet but he stumbled over a nearby bench and slammed his head on it.

…

Geminibro woke up in a bush in Pansage Park, and groggily crawled out of it. “Geez, must have been some night. Now, if I could just figure out where I am...”

“Hey, Gemini!”

“Yo, Bro!”

Geminibro rolled over on his back and saw two people walking towards him. “Who are you? Get away from m-” He gagged and then vomited the contents of last night's dinner all over the grass.

One of the people stepped back, repulsed. “Ugh, why don't you get your vomit away from us? It's me! FiniteZero!”

“And ThePlayer, don't forget me!”

Geminibro took a leaf from the bush and wiped his mouth with it. “Oh, it's you guys! Ah, sorry, I had a rough night last night.”

“Seems like it, bro.” ThePlayer brushed grass off of Geminibro's jacket and helped him get back on his feet.

“Wait a minute... Gemini, have you been drinking again?” FiniteZero shook his head. “I thought you were going to swear off that stuff?”

Geminibro, still dazed and somewhat confused, said “Well, have you seen what's been going on the past few months? Nothing but bandwidth blasts, all over the nation! I am sick and tired of getting lagged out almost every day!”

“Well, haven't you heard about what the King's gonna do?” FiniteZero took out a newspaper and started reading. “'King Promises To End Interrupted Connections.' The Cutopian King, Cutman Mike, has recently stated that he will find a way to put an end to the curse that the late Airman James placed upon our fine nation. He shall perform-”

ThePlayer snatched the Cutopian Observer out of FiniteZero's hands and tossed it away. “Blah blah blah, he's just going to do something stupid like send his Moderators on a vacation to Nova Toidtopia and not actually fix all this lag. No, the problem is that this government is too weak. It's time for change. Time, for a revolution!”

FiniteZero slapped ThePlayer and said “No, that's a really stupid idea. You'll just get us killed and destroy Cutopia, like how you always destroy my newspapers. What we need to do is secede from Cutopia and make our own nation. But how do we do that?”

Geminibro walked over to a nearby water fountain and drank from it. “Well, we can't just walk up to the King and say that we're going to break off from Cutopia. I think that's treason, or something. But yeah, what can we do?”

A Met strolled by the trio, going on his daily walk. He heard them and approached them. “Hey, I hear you fellows want to make your own nation.”

ThePlayer marched on over to the Met. “What's it to you, tin can?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. It's just, the boss already established some territory in Nova Toidtopia for himself. He calls it 'Neo Soleanna.' All he did was take a section of the Nova Toidtopian island for himself, and now he's got his own sovereign country. So you boys could just do the same. I'm sure there's lots of unclaimed land.”

“Nova Toidtopia, eh? I've got a better name.” Geminibro pondered for a brief moment.

“Geminitopia.”

[Hallan Parva]

[12:57:57 PM] Smashette Navya: "I am sick and tired of getting lagged out almost every day!"
[12:57:57 PM] Smashette Navya: TGOT is amazing
[12:58:19 PM] Smashette Navya: also mfw the White Cutter



I should write something using the Cutter's Cove area sometime

[Ceridran]

pls no






edits

[Shade Guy]

Well, I said I had several things to post at a later date, but I decided to save them for a personal project. I'll probably advertise it around the forum when it's ready. In the meantime, have this thing I dug up from one of my various notebooks.

Ode to the Sixth Ranger (From a Five-Man Band's Perspective)

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Here's to the ones who made teams one too many
Who were just as expendable as the common enemy
To you, we say sorry for moments past
Where when it came to priorities, you were dead last
Your presence was unnoticed and minimal too
(Probably because you had better things to do)
As such, you were seldom seen and seldom trusted
Since it seemed you could have easily thrusted
Yourself into the arms of the enemy, backstabbing us all.

For who else would do so but the newest ally?

But it seems we were wrong, your intentions were pure
You merely recognised your place as the sixth wheel
To our unwieldy five-wheel vehicle
So you went elsewhere, searching for another group
Less exclusive, where even a sixth member could be welcome.

A seventh member, on the other hand...

[Galactan]

Hell no.

[Dr. Freeman]

It's been a while my friends but it's finally time for...

The Robot Blathers Marathon- Part 10
A Christmas Adventure!

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it was the night before christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. gumball and thunder were playing mario 3d world like bros and not girlfriends because this isn't cutstuff highschool. and they were having a grand ole' happy fun time waiting for christmas to come and imagining the gifts that they might get like a statue of ness made by watzup, or maybe even a rock. the possibilities were endless
"gee thunder super mario 3d world sure is a good game" said gumball haing fun with his video games
"yeah gumball, the only thing that could make ti better would be free shit"
and suddenly tgot burst through the door, "CHOO CHOO MOTHERFUCKER I GOT DA GIFTS" and he threw boxes at thunder and gumball
"oh boy I sure do love presnets" and gumball opened it and got a microwave toaster "oh wowie zowie tgot you srue are well"
"hahahah I know"
Thunder was pretty pumped and he opened his gift but it was empty, tgot laughed, "I sure hope you like boxes loser" and thunder was mad but he got over it
and they all shared a good christmas laugh but suddenly, thunder's empty box exploded revealing...ROBOT BLATHERS MARK 9!!!
Thunder gasped, "Holy shit this is a plot twist I never saw coming ever"
Robot Blathers Mar 9 laughed, "HAHAHAHA! I'M HERE TO STEAL CHRISTMAS! AND I'M GOING TO START WITH THAT STUPID ASS WII U"
Everyone in the room gasped but then stopped because they didn't really breathe enough as Robot Blathers Mark 9 took out a laser stocking and began to fire lasers all over the room blowing up all the christmas cheer!!!
"oh no gumball what are we going to do in this pickle of a situation" tgot said because he couldn't make decisions for himself
 gumball smiled, "I KNOW!" he then punched his tv and stole a cat bell and he turned into CAT GUMBALLTOID
"HOLY SHIT THIS IS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING AT ALL" Robot Blathers Mark 9 yelled really loudly as Gumball scratched his laser stocking so hard it died
 Robot Blathers Mark 9 was now defenseless except for his robot lasers which he stared firing into gumball's face but cat gumballtoid was the cat's pajamas and didn't care atl all and punched thunder in the mouth. thunder got mad and decided to take his rage out on Robot Blathers Mark 9
"nooooooo how can i ruin christmas now!!111!" Robot Blathers Mark 9 said as he was getting punched
"STOP!" tgot held his hands up, "Guys, don't you understand? christmas isnt' about being the biggest dong to each other or having who has the bigger dick competions. It's about compassion and kindess and the spirit of giing. So how about we give this robot a nice happy christmas spriti so his life isn't garbage."
Everyone nodded except Robot Blathers Mark 9 who self destructed 2 seconds earlier
AND SO CHRISTMAS WAS SAVED FOR EVERYONE EXCEPT THE POOR PEOPLE AND THE HOMELESS BUT WHO EVEN CARES ABOUT THEM

THE END EXCEPT NOT MERRY CHRISTMAS

[Jatea]

more writing at 2 AM
now with more bullshit

it's also the end so yeah

The Geminitopian Secession: Part Two

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The sun was beginning to set as King Mike flew over to the Cutter's Cove region of Cutopia and marched towards the White Cutter, with the intent to obtain a nice sandwich. He deserved one after having repaired most of the damage caused by Airman James' curse. Four members of the Royal Cutopian Guard, an elite force with the sole mission of the protection of the King, followed close by.

When they got to the bistro, they found the place entirely redecorated. The large Rolling Cutter that served as the White Cutter's logo was on the ground, smashed to tiny pieces. In its place was a hastily-scrawled sign that read 'GEMiNiTOPiA.' The interior didn't look so good, either. Blue paint was unevenly splashed all over the walls and the floor, and all of the framed portraits of Cutman Mike happily enjoying various sandwiches were either torn up or doodled over with obscene figures in place of the sandwiches.

“All right, who in the hell decided to take over the best place in all of Cutopia? I wanted a pastrami sandwich,” the King said. “Guards, follow me.”

When they stormed the restaurant, they saw someone passed out on the floor. In his hand was an empty bottle. One of the Guards kicked the man in the stomach, and he rolled over on his side, yelping.

“Ow! What the fuck did you do that for?” he yelled as he got up.

“The King wants his sandwich,” Mike said, “and he wants it now. I suggest you tell me why the hell there's a sign out there that says Geminitopia before I get the Guards to make paper dolls out of you.”

“Ah, fuck the King. He's a useless piece of sh-”

Mike grabbed the man by his collar and held a Hellfire Cutter up to his face. “I said, why the hell is my favorite place trashed like this? And what is this 'Geminitopia?'”

Right before the man was about to speak, two other men rushed out of the kitchen, having had lunch and various sauces spilled all over their clothes.

“Hey, bro, what's going on here?” one of the men asked.

The other man stared at the King and his Guards and put his palm to his forehead. “Gemini, just what did you get yourself into?”

The Guards took action and ran towards ThePlayer and FiniteZero, handcuffing them.

“God damn it, Gemini, why are they here?” He tried to wiggle away from the Guards, but he fell on his face and was picked up by one of them Guards. “I told you that taking over the restaurant was a bad idea!”

The King let go of Gemini and walked over to FiniteZero. “Ah, so I take it you and the other guy are his accomplices. Well, since it was apparently 'his idea,' I'll make a proposition. If you make the best damn sandwich I've ever tasted, then I'll let you two go. Mister Gemini, on the other hand, will be put on trial, but I guarantee that his sentence will be light.”

ThePlayer and FiniteZero could only nod, and the Guards released them, removing their handcuffs. They fled into the kitchen, and Gemini followed after them.

“All righty, boys,” Gemini said as he clapped his hands together, “who knows how to make a mean sandwich?”

FiniteZero, after making sure that nobody else was listening, said “I couldn't make mac and cheese if I tried, Gemini. Don't ask me!”

“Oh, I can beat that, Finite. I can't even microwave popcorn without it catching on fire!” ThePlayer proudly declared.

“Fuck.”

…

King Mike sat at the counter, waiting to be served. He hadn't went to the White Cutter in months, and this would be a nice treat for him. Of course, his pastrami sandwich wouldn't made by famous Cutopian chefs on that day. Instead, it would be made by some fools trying to make their own country, stealing one property at a time. Oh well, at least he would get a nice sandwich.

Probably.

The kitchen doors burst open as Geminibro carried the royal sandwich on a Rolling Cutter, the designated plate on which the bistro's usual chefs would serve whatever the King desired.

“Here you go, your highness.” He set the dish on the counter in front of King Mike.

FiniteZero and Geminibro creeped up from behind the kitchen doors, watching the scene.

“Well, Mister Gemini, I hope you know how to cook.” Mike took a bite out of the sandwich. He chewed it slowly, and then he chewed at a slightly faster pace. He swallowed, asked for a glass of water, and drank some water. “Well, the verdict is in, Mister Gemini.”

“Yeah?”

“You can't cook for shit!” The King took the rest of the sandwich and threw it at Geminibro's face. “Guards, seize him and his minions! I want this place turned back into the White Cutter by next morning!”

Just then, a tin can rolled in through a broken window. It rolled by itself all the way to the King's feet. While the Guards wrestled the Geminitopian trio to the ground, he crouched down and picked it up, reading the label. “'Soup Can #27.' Huh.” There was nothing else on the can besides those words. The can opened itself up and uttered one phrase.

“Greetings from the swamp.”

“What?” Mike threw the can at Geminibro's head and ordered his Guards to take the three rebels back to the Castle, but then he heard a bugle come from outside. He looked outside a window and saw a horde of people dressed in leather tunics. Their skin was painted green and they were wearing hats that looked like two tubes sticking out of the sides of their heads.

The group that surrounded the former White Cutter chanted “FOR THE GLORY OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, SHREK!”

…

“I can't believe that we have to share a prison with these freaks,” Geminibro lamented as he sat on the ground between ThePlayer and FiniteZero.

“It ain't so bad, bro. At least we get to make new friends. Like my new pal Jacob, over there.” ThePlayer waved over to Jacob, who was standing in a cell ten feet away from him. “Hi Jacob!”

FiniteZero sneered. “You know, I think he's giving you the finger. Can't say I blame him, although I do blame whoever sent them. 'Team Shrek' or whatever it was can't exactly go toe to toe with the King himself.”

They all sighed as the news came on the screen.

“...The local Cutopian bistro The White Cutter is now back in business! Not even an attempted annexation by a drunkard and his two friends can stop the King from getting a good sandwich! However, after the King and the Cutopian Guard apprehended those responsible for taking over the restaurant, a mysterious faction known only as Team Shrek tried to take control of the restaurant for themselves, only to fail thanks to bandwidth beams striking the area.”

The newscaster continued to report the story as Gemini stood up and turned to face his friends. “Well, when we get out of here, I know the first thing I'm going to do.”

“And what would that be, Mister Gemini?” FiniteZero asked.

“I'm going to get a salmon burger.”

[Magnet Dood]

I can write stuff too.
So today I got this cool idea to write fanfic about MM8BDM while in Classes TLMS. I decided to put the idea to work and wrote this up in about half an hour.
All of the real people in this story are used with permission (except Michael but I just mentioned him). I'll probably continue it, so if you want me to be written in, tell me. Just need to know what class you want to be portrayed as (doubles are fine) and a different name if you want it.

Without further adoooooooooo:

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“TEAM LAST MAN STANDING”
FIGHT!
We all warped into the giant sewer. A maze of twisted pipes and flowing waters greeted us. “Hey, this is my place!” some voice announced behind me, followed by a frantic shush noise. “You’ll rat us out early, Toadington,” one of my teammates announced. “Use TeamSpeak next time, all right?” He sighed as he readied a Gyro Attack. “I’m never gonna be able to fly around in this dump.”

My team was a mix of new guys and hardened veterans, with a couple in between. Some couldn’t even color their names, while others had racked up thousands of frags over their long war careers. There was mess of classes in our squad, all of different play styles and power. I tapped the shoulder of one of my close friends while we set out to find Wily’s soldiers. “So, lol, who do you think he sent here this time?”

“Who knows?” lol answered quietly. “Probably a squad like ours. New and old soldiers.” He was a tough-as-nails Charge Man, able to crush through the enemy lines with his powerful Charge Kick. Some other Charge Men in our forces advocated the Coal Shot more, but he didn’t care for it. He echoed the thoughts of the Gyro Man before him. “It’ll be difficult trying to charge into guys in here, but I guess I’ll just have to use what I’ve got... Sure do wish Michael were here. He’d love a chance to punch through a couple of Wily bots.”

A notification pinged on the message feed. “Player was shocked by Electric Slide’s Spark Shock.” Down went one of our guys. I recognized him since he was the only unnamed man on the team. He kept trying to ask us in broken English how you were supposed to play, but he ignored what we told him about strafing and aiming properly. Looks like he paid the price. “He was probably Mega Man, anyway,” I muttered, checking the ammo on my Magnet Missiles. Full as usual- still don’t know why I check it when I don’t fire it. “Sounds like a Spark Man’s down here,” I said in TeamSpeak.

“Dealing with him now,” a reply came back. A few seconds later, another message popped up. “Electric Slide was chopped up by Super Gyro Pilot’s Gyro Attack.” His health came back just a moment later. “I’ve got 83 tanks of fuel left to fly, let’s light ‘em up!” Apparently he wasn’t much trouble to him. I sighed a breath of relief before lol’s arm stopped me short. He beckoned me back. “Look up there.”

I saw what he was worried about. There was a Freeze Man patrolling across the hallway- somehow he hadn’t seen us. Before I could get a shot on him, lol grabbed my arm and yanked me away. We scurried to a safer position and watched him go up some stairs off to the left. “Why didn’t we try and take him?” I asked in slight irritation.
 
“That was Freeze Ray,” he said bluntly. “He’s one of the best men Wily’s got- he wiped out 7 guys and only lost 30 health doing it one time.” I didn’t need to hear his description- I’ve heard of Freeze Ray. He was bad news, and his activity showed. Up came a message- “Super Gyro Pilot was frozen solid by Freeze Ray’s Freeze Cracker.” I looked at our team settings- we had five men left compared to their six. Then there was another- “Monato was flushed by Toadington’s Rain Flush.” Then another- “MarioLuigiPal was flushed by Toadington’s Rain Flush.” Suddenly we were at an advantage.

Lol and I ran into some more of Wily’s foes- we killed a Stone Man (Aptly named A Load of Bricks) and a Bass player named Huffley with a neat color for his name- might have to test out colors to see if I can find it. Now it was four against two- four because some guy fell off when he wasn’t paying attention.
Then things got bad. Apparently Freeze Ray was still around and his partner wasn’t terrible either. Toadington was picked off by Supercharger, an Elec Man who was too fast for the battered frog to keep up with. Stargazer, our only teammate left, met an unfortunate end as well- a notification popped up when it said that he was frozen solid, just like Super Gyro Pilot. He only sent us one message- “I hit him a couple of times, he’s weak.” Thus, all of our teammates had warped out on us.

Lol and I decided to split up to see if we could take the two on directly. Whoever we ran into, we would fight. I prayed silently that I would run into Freeze Ray- Lol could take care of the flimsy Supercharger with his superior armor. Readying my Magnet Missiles, I hoped to take him out from a distance, though the tight sewers might prove difficult to do so. I checked my health- Huffley hit me a couple of times with his peashooter. I still had about 73 health left- enough to do some damage. I was worried about lol though- our run-in with A Load of Bricks took a chunk out of his health.

Suddenly a Thunder Bolt ripped into me. I dashed for cover as I checked my health- 42. Apparently it wasn’t quite direct. I looked around carefully and saw Supercharger dashing away. I fired a couple of Magnet Missiles- one hit. I chased after him. “Supercharger must be hit hard,” I said into TeamSpeak. I fired more Magnet Missiles, but had to wait until it was reloaded.

Another Thunder Bolt whizzed past me. “That was close,” I mumbled as I chased after him again. I lost him, though, and stopped by a waterfall to catch my breath. Then another Thunder Bolt came from behind me. It barely missed again. I fired off three Magnet Missiles behind me in hopes of hitting him at least once.
Apparently, I did better than that. A message came up on my display- “You Fragged Supercharger!” I guess the last volley was enough to send him packing. I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m gonna have to message lol about this!” I said excitedly as I checked the player list.

His name wasn’t there. Only my deep red name and Freeze Ray’s light blue shone on the display.

I was dumbfounded. Where was lol? His name was there last time I checked. Panicking, I checked the message feed. I missed one while fighting Supercharger- “lol was frozen solid by Freeze Ray’s Freeze Cracker.”

I gritted my teeth as I searched deeper into the sewers. “He’s gonna pay,” I muttered angrily. I kept searching around the place for the ice robot, but no luck. I finally sat down and looked at my stats. 42 health, a full load of Magnet Missiles, and no teammates left. It was no overstatement to say I was in big trouble.
I breathed a sigh and got up from my seat when I heard footsteps coming from the left. I looked over that way. I locked my Magnet Missiles in place and waited for him to pop out and take a couple pot shots. “Let’s hope for a good fight,” I said, determined.

Then I was grabbed from behind, a hand clamping my shoulder. I wheeled around and saw Freeze Ray’s ruby red eyes shifting into an angry glare as he shot two Freeze Crackers at me. One slammed into my shoulder and I tumbled down. I checked my health bar as I got up from the fall. Only 27 health left. Doing quick calculations, I deduced I could only get hit once more. He charged at me and grabbed my torso. Time seemed to slow down as precious seconds ticked by. I looked into his eyes in a sort of frantic panic.

They were glowing a demonic red. It seemed so out of place when looking at the ice that adorned his shoulders and head. I didn’t see it in any of the other Wily bots me and lol faced- not even in the capable Supercharger’s. Something was wrong with this robot.

I was worried out of my mind as he threw a punch into my gut. It hurt badly, but I was still alive. I saw a Freeze Cracker being charged in his hand. I started to panic- but then I thought of lol. He was badly injured because of this guy- I didn’t even know whether he got out or not. A blind rage flew into me as I started to charge my alternate attack. I fired it just as the Freeze Cracker was about to leave Freeze Ray’s hand.

Freeze Ray flew backwards. The Freeze Cracker sailed into the ceiling and formed an icicle that fell into the river below. He edged closer to the cliff of the waterfall on the other side, but regained his balance as he teetered on the edge. I raised my hand and fired one Magnet Missile. It slammed into him, sending him freefalling down into the sewers below. A message popped up: “Freeze Ray fell too far.”

Suddenly, my intercom buzzed. “Magnet Dood, this is Light Base. What is your status?”
I wiped my forehead. “No enemies remaining.”
“Good work. Report back to base. Over.” The com crackled off.
I looked around uselessly as I searched for any sign of lol. There was none. “I’ll find you soon, buddy. I swear I will.” I set my coordinates and warped out.
 Light’s forces had won- this time.

[MusashiAA]

Just a very small draft that lingered inside my head for a week after a trope trip around all the Super Sentai series:

Rockman x Super Sentai: Master Squadron Mecharanger

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Our story begins in the year 19XX. We follow the peaceful lives of amateur professors Dr. Rght and Dr. Wily, whom have just started a robotics R&D company called "Right-Wily Labs", with the help of Right's sons Rock and Roll as lab assistants. Their research primarily revolves around the concept of replacing a living creature's organic structure with mechanical parts to perform complex tasks that are impossible for the contemporary robot's basic AI. Despite that their genius and skills combined proves to be unparalleled when it comes to robotic engineering, none of their efforts have been successful for transforming a human into a robot. But regardless of their constant failures, their lab assistants always encouraged the two mechanists to never give up.

One day, their perimeter sensors detected an abnormal surge of energy coming from the vecinity. A closer inspection showed two robots of unknown technology heavily damaged, in what appeared to be a crater. The professors took the robots to their laboratory for analysis, and hopefully repairs. At first they discussed to not meddle with their circuitry to avoid being harmed by unknown radiation, but Dr. Wily bravely decided to inspect them closely while wearing an anti-radiation suit.

There were two robots: a robot in a green jumpsuit and full-face helmet with a blue visor and a v-shaped decoration on its forehead, and a robot in full purple armor that resembled a robe, an elongated nose-like drill and a black visor, with spiked, bat wing-shaped blades sprouting from the back of its head, as if they were a sorts of hair ornament. The doctor first started with the green robot, and was surprised to see that the helmet was hiding human-like facial features behind it. Not only that, but articulations, neural system, even a pulse, all biological aspects were present and very well replicated by the technology the green robot was made of: it was superior to anything the world had ever seen. Unfortunately, all attempts at reanimating the specimen were a failure.

The moment came when Dr. Wily proceeded to inspect the purple robot. The moment his hand made contact with the robot's body, an energy field surrounded them both. The purple robot soon began floating above the doctor, and its visor flashed red: it suddenly came to life. A mechanical-like laughter came from out of the robot, and disappeared in a purple flash. Both the purple robot and the doctor were nowhere to be seen.

Shocked by this turnout of events, Dr. Right and his sons rushed into the inspection room. They began looking for the doctor everywhere, until they noticed the green robot was just coming to its senses. It asked the whereabouts of "the emperor", so Right assumed it meant the purple robot he found alongside it.

"It just suddenly vanished with my friend", Right told the green robot.

"Then there's no time to waste: I must find him and stop him before he takes over the world", the green robot said.

And so, the green robot told his story: he comes from a world where humanity has been enslaved by "Demon Genius Emperor Weil" and his "Robot Master Army", turning all who oppose him into robots that faithfully serve him. The green robot, who dubbed himself Quintet, was the last surviving member of the resistance against the emperor's evil regime, and built a trap to cast him away to a different dimension. It worked, but also sent himself by accident.

"Now I regret making that choice, never caring about the consequences of unleashing a threat such as Weil into another world. I've got to stop him before he builds a new army of deadly robots", he said.

"I will help!", Rock shouted, with a decisive look on his face.

"We must find poor Dr. Wily before anything bad happens to him. I want to help, too", Roll muttered.

"Then take these", Quintet said. "These watches will allow you to help me fight the emperor, and find your professor. Just do what I tell you, and don't try anything stupid".

"I have located a similar energy emission that Weil emanated going far out of my scanner's reach. How will you ever chase him?", said Dr. Right.

"Alright guys, I need you to push the button in the middle of the watches, and yell "mechamorph" now!", said Quintet.

"M-Mechamorph?! What the-", muttered Right as he was interrupted by his two sons doing as Quintet instructed them to do. Their bodies were surrounded in a blue and pink flash, and were granted similar duds to Quintet's. "I feel power flowing through my body. What is happening to me?", said Rock. "Is this really mechamorphing? But how?", said Roll.

"Now I need you to focus your thoughts into jumping really high into the sky, with all your strength. Follow my lead". Then Quintet bursted out of the laboratory in a green beam.

There was no time to waste. An evil greater than anything the world had ever seen was about to be unleashed, and the life of Dr. Wily was at stake. The family looked at each other, confusion dominated their thoughts: they had never experienced the desperation of war and conflict, and the fear of their peaceful lives being threatened. But they could not leave Wily to his own luck: he was like a relative to them. Questions would have to come later. "Take these communicators, I will assist you in any way I can. Now go and fight, my childs: for everlasting peace!".

Two rays of hope shined through that eventful night's sky.