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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47  Posts: 578/991 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 scratched his chin, then began to pull at the control sticks -- Melvin Robo attempted to grab the lone Melvin-bot by the head, and then fling him off into the distance if he could. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 579/991 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 scratched at his head, deep in thought. Melvin: This isn't working. Melvin Robo is best suited for fighting OTHER Super Robots, not tiny little annoying two-bit clones of me. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 580/991 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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| The red Get Machine streaked into the air, into the direct of the path of the sun towards Grey's position, causing a blinding glare if he looked up towards his opponent. The Get Machine spiraled off, circling around the building, then firing another volley of missles towards him as he sailed for the ground. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 581/991 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 little info on the UFO Spazer can be found here.) About a day or so later, Melvin sat in the cockpit of Melvin Robo, his feet up on the control panel, steering with his feet. He appeared to be flying a craft that looked like some funky flying disc with wings and a tailfin, with Melvin Robo's head tacked onto the front. Setting his drink into the cupholder, Melvin leaned over to check the navigation systems. Melvin: Hovering over... Michigan. Estimated time of arrival... two hours. He rubbed his hands together eagerly. Melvin: I can only wonder what that kooky engineer's got in store for me... |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 582/991 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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| The bullet travels straight through the left engine of the red Get Machine, and it spirals for a minute, then straggles off into the distance, a large plume of smoke billowing from it's rear. And as Grey admires his handiwork, a figure drops from the sky, labcoat flaring behind him - with his foot poised to slam into the back of his unsuspecting opponent's head. Assuming it hit, it probably would send Grey stumbling forward. Melvin would then have plenty of time to perform a well-executed backflip off his opponent's head, drawing his gun as he spiraled through the air, then land and shift into a badass pose, and think up a witty one-liner. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 583/991 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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| Time passes. Melvin continued to sit idly, and as he entered range of Shamus' radar systems, he was eating popcorn and watching his own sensors, checking for anything of interest. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 584/991 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: I am the ULTIMATE badass. State of the badass art. You do NOT want to fuck with me. Hey Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you. Check it out. Independantly Targeting Particle Beam Phalax. FWAAP! Wipe out half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, Phased Plasma Pulse Rifles, RPG's, we got sonic electronic ball-breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 585/991 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 pops out of the end of the pipe in Fungeria. Moments later, Smithy's head pops through -- and stops. After a few minutes of pulling and shoving, Melvin dislodges his reploid companion from the pipe. The two turn around, and observe all the... small roads, and small trees, and small signs. Melvin: I think we took a wrong turn at Midgetworld. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 586/991 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: Not this time -- Open Gate! Melvin slammed the left control stick forward, the heroic super robot dissasembling into three smaller jet planes, one white, one yellow, and one red, which flew in three different directions, completely evading the Melvin-bot's attack. The three planes flew towards the sky, then arched out, and all flew towards one another-- Melvin: Change, Booster-2! Swiiiiitch On! The three planes seemed to collide together, a bright flash of light emitting and filling the surrounding area -- and when it faded, a giant Super Robot-version of Booster was standing there, complete with green suit, fedora, and badass goatee. Melvin: Alright. Round two! |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 587/991 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 simply shook his head, smiled, and slammed down on both main movement pedals, sending Melvin Robo into a full-blown run, heading directly for the Melvin-bot. Melvin: Come on! |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 588/991 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 red dot, representing Shamus' mecha, appeared on Melvin's own radar inside his UFO Spazer, blinking and beeping and so forth. Melvin promptly swiveled, putting on one of those cool helmets Super Robot pilots gets, with the tinted visors and all that, and grips both of his main control sticks. Melvin: This is a weapons testing area... So that's got to be him. He moved to his radio, and pushed in the transmitter button, which began to glow a bright red, denoting that it had opened a channel with Shamus' robot. Melvin: Heeeeey! Good day for a Super Robot fight, wouldn't you say? |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 589/991 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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| Grey immediately feels Melvin's gun tap him. On the crotch. Melvin: Why not try something shorter, like, "It would probably hurt if I shot your genitals off?" |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 590/991 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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| From a random street corner, a female green-shelled Koopa wearing heavy face makeup and a feather boa whistles at Melvin. He immediately grabs Kirbynite and Smithy by their nonexistant collars, and begins dragging them off down the road. Melvin: Let's get the fuck out of here. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 591/991 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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| Watch me pull this giant spear... out... of... my... ass. | |||
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 592/991 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 leaned in slightly, gripping his controls tightly as he quickly closed the distance between himself and the Melvin-Bot. Melvin: Almost... |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 593/991 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 quickly jerked his right control stick sharply, the UFO Spazer darting off to the right, and easily dodging the laser. Melvin: It's on like Donkey Kong Shifting a hand up to the left control stick, his targeting reticule focused in on the spot where his radar indicated Shamus' mecha was. Melvin: Spin Saucer! Large razor blades sprout out of both the large red discs mounted to the Spazer's wings, then shoot off in Shamus' direction, ready to cut into his mecha. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 594/991 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 scratched his chin. Melvin: Well, then... I guess I'll go off looking for the Souja's main bridge. Melvin smiled a smile that he hadn't smiled in a very long time -- a smile he smiled whenever he was about to go off and cause mass random amounts of destruction. Drawing a pair of what looked like totally badass laser-firing machine guns, he aimed both guns at a wall, and completely shot it up full of holes. Most of the entire section fell away, and he tore off, shooting large holes in walls and passing through them while laughing maniacally. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 595/991 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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| Looking below from the skies of Tokyo, Tuxedo Melvin would see Smithy-kun darting along through the streets, nothing more than a bright red blur with miles of ripped cement and overturned cars in his wake. He looked town towards the giant robot firing eyebeams all over the place, and then pressed a button, causing his pole-helicoptor's rotor to stop turning. --- Smithy-kun: Maaaaach Kick! Speeding towards the giant robot tearing up various buildings and reflective glass-paned buisness buildings, Smithy-kun transferred horizontal momentum into vertical momentum, suddenly stopping as he pushed down into the concrete, then pushed off, flying into the air, his foot flying directly at the robot's chest -- Thwam! The mecha was knocked back a few feet, and tripped over a small building behind it. As Smithy-kun backed up a bit, Tuxedo Melvin dropped to the ground, directly beside him. Smithy-kun: You... just dropped seventy stories. Doesn't that hurt? Tuxedo Melvin: No... The masked vigilante immediately winces, his knees knocking together. Tuxedo Melvin: Yes...  The super robot, off in the distance, clambered to it's feet, and made one of those robotic growls that lets you know that it's *seriously* pissed off -- followed by a shower of large missles aimed at the two. Smithy-kun: You wanna finish this one? Tuxedo Melvin: No problem. Care to give me some backup? Smithy-kun: In the form of more stuff ripped from Viewtiful Joe? No problem. Tuxedo Melvin took off running towards the swarm of missles, gripping his Power Pole tightly. He moved towards one of the missles coming right at him, and it was about to strike, when -- Smithy-kun: Slow! The entire world around Smithy-kun, save for Tuxedo Melvin, suddenly turned to grayscale, every action moving slowly, and leaving a slight blur behind it. Tuxedo Melvin pushed into the ground and leapt up, pressing one foot into the missle in front of him. He pushed down and off again, leaping to the next missle in front of him. And he repeated this, leaping from missle to next, his form only a blur to the others around him. As the effects generated by Smithy-kun began to wear off, the world began to return to normal, and Tuxedo Melvin pushed off the last missle, flying high into the air in front of the super robot. As he brandished his cane, the handle used for the helicopter had popped out, and he took hold of it tightly, pointing the cane towards the giant robot. Tuxedo Melvin: Let's see how you like this! Squeezing the activator switch tightly, the cane spun around on the handle at a much higher velocity than before. Any remaining people in the area could see Tuxedo Melvin, and then the huge wind funnel aimed directly into the Super Robot's face. Nearby buildings began to get blown apart, various bricks and windows being ripped off by the speed. The robot began to break up rather quickly, various plates of metal, wires, and other electronics being ripped off, and then -- One gigantamundo explosion later, Tuxedo Melvin was on the ground with Smithy-kun, when the communicators of the two began ringing. Tuxedo Melvin: Booster! Something I can do for you? Booster: ~Kzzh~ Well... I had this dream that you two should know about... Smithy-kun: Oh, yeah, when you fell asleep at your desk? Way to keep on the ball, Mr. Director of Finance. Booster: ~Kzzh~ Enough about that! It's about Danielle...Smithy-kun was about to crack another remark, when Tuxedo Melvin clamped his hand over his partner's mouth, nodding excitedly, large hearts in his eyes. Tuxedo Melvin: Go on. *_* <3 Booster: ~Kzzh~ Well... Aparrently, there is a city that's going to be terrorized by a powerful evil. How Danielle knows about this is beyond me. Smithy-kun: Holy crap! It's Dani Strikes III! Tuxedo Melvin: Any chance to see Dani is a chance to see Dani. <3 Smithy-kun:  Booster: ~Kzzh~ Tuxedo Melvin: So where is my little purple-haired goddess? <3 Smithy-kun: You're creepin' me out. Booster: ~Kzzh~ I believe that the city referred to in the dream is New York. Tuxedo Melvin: Of course! The spawning grounds of all stock brokers and rap music! It makes so much sense! Prepare one of my awesomely cool vehicles for my departure... Booster: Melvin Robo? The Arwing? The Ragnarok? The UFO Spazer? The Melvinmobile? Warp Star? A Random Plot Device? Tuxedo Melvin: Let's stick with the Melvinmobile, I suppos- Aghh! Both Tuxedo Melvin and Smithy-kun suddenly find themselves riding by the seat of their pants on... the windshield of the Melvinmobile, which is bound for New York via autopilot. (edited by Melvin on 12-26-04 03:32 AM) |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 596/991 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 immediately leaps into Melvin's arms. Smithy: Aghhhh! Melvin looks at the red reploid in his arms, then simply drops him. Immediately following is a giant laser cannon sequence that has been removed due to graphic content. |
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Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Level: 47 Posts: 597/991 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 light bulb suddenly appears over Melvin's head. Melvin: Of course! The secret to defeating all giant monster hordes! He reaches up, grips the giant light bulb -- and chucks it directly at the Red Bones. Melvin: Kill the oddly-colored one! |
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