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| Acmlm's Board - I2 Archive - - Posts by Mel |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47  Posts: 518/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin crossed his arms and grinned. Melvin: Well, I think that's all for now, ne? Melvin held out his gloved hands, the golden electrodes lighting up as a large blade of energy appeared in his hands. He shifted his weight onto his toes and lifted his heels, as the back boosters of his boots ignited, driving him forward as he executed a horizontal slash at #3. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 519/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| As Tuxedo Melvin finished scarfing down his last soft taco, and Smithy-kun his burrito, as a loud beeping began to emit from Tuxedo Melvin's wristwatch. He pushed his sleeve back, as a large holographic map projected itself into the air in front of him. A large map of Neo Tokyo was displayed, with a large red dot bleeping on and off in an area of the map. Large text at the bottom read, "GIANT ROBOT ATTACK." Tuxedo Melvin: Shall we? Smithy-kun: Let's. Seeya later, Sailor V Protector. Tuxedo Melvin: See you around. Both pushed their chairs out and ran for the door. Upon bursting out of the double-doors of the fast-food establishment, Smithy-kun shifted his weight forward, bending his knees and squatting a bit. Smithy-kun: Maaaaach Dash! The wheels of his rollerblades glowed a bright red, and in a single streak of red, he took off down the road, the pavement ripping up in his path, the shockwave throwing cars and lightpoles about down the streets. --- Meanwhile, Tuxedo Melvin took off running the other way, drawing a simple magician's cane from inside his coat, holding it forward. Tuxedo Melvin: Power Pole, Extend! He rammed the end of the cane into the curb as it began to expand in size, and was vaulted into the air by the now-huge magician's cane. Now flying through the air, Tuxedo Melvin whirled the cane around as it began to shrink, then held it above him as a convenient handle dropped from the middle of the cane, which he latched onto. Tuxedo Melvin: Power Pole, Copter On! The cane, attatched to the handle he gripped onto, began to spin around quickly. It seemed like it would have little effect, until seconds later, when a huge burst of air swept from the bottom of the spinning cane, vaulting Tuxedo Melvin even higher into the air as he flew off. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 520/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| As he sped along the streets at breakneck speed, his figure a bright red blur as he darted in and out of traffic and random pedestrians, Smithy-kun held a finger to the side of his head. Smithy-kun: Boss! Find him yet? --- Tuxedo Melvin, still holding tightly onto the spinning Power Pole Mark II, was scanning the horizon, when he looked outwards, and... saw a generic, huge giant robot fumbling around and smashing things with bulky fists and yellow eye lasers. Not to mention it had a big, gaudy chestplate, and was painted in a myriad of primary colors. Tuxedo Melvin: Yeah, I see it. I'm over Shibuya-ku's entertainment district. Smithy-kun: ~Kzzh~ I'll be there in a flash! |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 521/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin: PLAN B! Melvin stopped short of striking #5, then then did something rather odd - he curled up into the fetal position, held his knees to his chest, and tucked his head down inside his labcoat... And then, the labcoat simply floated to the ground. He was gone. Where to, was unknown to the other Melvin-Bots. But assuming they tried to use their teleport features, they would find themselves unable to get a lock on him. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 522/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| I've got a form of autism that basically makes me go absolutely batshit whenever people near me begin making what I've affectionately dubbed "ADD noises". For example, if someone nearby feels the need to sing to themselves. Or swish around some nearby blinds. Or tap their pencil. Or make these little FUCKING sheep baa'ing noises. So basically, I just take my mechanical pencil, and JAM it into my right hand (Because, y'know, I might need my left hand later in life) to prevent myself from reaching out and STRANGLING them. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 523/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Organized Chaos. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 524/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Jesus Christ, guys, it's a video game. There's no way in hell it could take place on Earth, or I'd be running around at twice my height stepping on people and breathing atomic fire while a mob of Japanese citizens fled from my presence. Get over it. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 525/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin spits off to one side. Melvin: This can't -possibly- be that hard. All Metool-derived bosses and minibosses have easily exploitable weaknesses. Which generally involve waiting for them to look out from under their hats and shooting. And seeing as how this guy's too big to fit under his hat... Much blasting from Melvin and Smithy ensues! |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 526/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| All I'll say is, if you're going to go out, go out with a bang. Don't shoot yourself or cut your wrist, that's the pussy way to go out. Start a shootout with the police. Drive a semi off a bridge. Use explosives in a creative manner. If I ever kill myself, by God, I want people to REMEMBER it. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 527/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Go check out 4Chan. /b picked this up and now they're running with it like a damn gravy train. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 528/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Smithy suddenly holds up a large, glowing yellow sphere with an old-fashioned alarm clock attatched to it, and several red and blue wires encircling the device. Smithy: Now I know what this was for! Melvin: Smithy, NO-- Smithy hurls the device to the ground like a football player dancing around at the end zone, and the room seems to explode in a torrent of white-hot light. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 529/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| A large section of the floors, as well as the floors above and below, were completely incinerated - the Met Alloy defending the weapons lockers was unharmed, however, and the cabinets and shelves simply clattered two floors down. Melvin's labcoat drifted down in the wind, floating along in the wind, and settling down on a cabinet - when Melvin popped his head out of an outside pocket. Looking around to check that it was safe, he then pulled himself from the pocket, and put his coat back on. Melvin: WHO'S BAD |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 530/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Strangeplace.jpg is one of the two Iron Knuckle rooms in the Spirit Temple. The 'strange object' is the Zora's Sapphire. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 531/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Melvin: oh piss Obviously, Melvin's not one to go down without pulling something cheap out of his ass - which he did the moment he drew out a red Gibson Flying V, gripped the neck of the guitar, and swung it at the beam like a baseball bat. The very end of the beam collided with the guitar frame, and the beam stopped cold, the last of the ray trailing behind it collecting into a large ball. Melvin stepped back, reared the guitar back, then spat off to the side-- Melvin: FORE --then, with all his might, he swung at the giant energy ball, rocketing it back towards Melvin-Bot #5. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 532/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Kamek: OH, MY! | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 533/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 534/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Well, I assume the "BYE BYE!!" is from the Slot Machine, if you get three Androsses. The "HOLD JACKPOT" has to be used somewhere in there as well, too... | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 535/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| Someone's never watched FLCL. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 536/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| SYSTEM COMMAND: /madzeldaskils on Whirling the Gibson around, he slammed it into the flying energy ball. A shockwave tore up a bit of the surrounding ground, DBZ-style, as he flung the ball back towards Melvin-Bot #5. Melvin: I wouldn't be caught DEAD playing tennis... Some clones you guys turned out to be. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 537/991 EXP: 762490 For next: 3713 Since: 03-15-04 From: secure tripcodes are for jerks Since last post: 17 min. Last activity: 16 min. |
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| A series of loud clicks sounded from the figure, as a handful of empty shells clattered to the floor. His cloak waved around dramatically and such as he spoke. Figure: Quite. |
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