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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST)                   Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| GIM-0410: Hello and welcome to another bright and sunny Tokyo-3 morning! It's GIM-0410 in the sky with your noon traffic report, on 99.5 KQFD~
In the clear blue skies above Tokyo-3, air traffic was at it's usual pace, scattered commuter airplanes and hobbyists taking flight amongst all manner of carriers, scientific aircraft, and the occasional flight-equipped mecha on patrol. Amongst these, pedaling slowly along in a tiny gyrocopter, little more than a chair with wheels and a propeller, was one of the government's many civil service robots - One-armed robots with lone telescopic lenses for visual input and never without blue and yellow baseball caps, known as GIM units. The first of these - a pale imitation of the living machines populating the robotic planet of Mecheye - was cobbled together by Mel Umino. Originally relatively crude drone capable of only menial labor, the models and designs increased in complexity as the concept of the modern AI Drive was realized. As the GIM unit hurriedly pedaled to stay aloft, the reploid's glowing blue eye narrowed slightly, it's telescopic lens stretching out several inches, twisting and focusing. GIM-0410: And it seems that we have a four-car pileup near Checkpoint 10 on the inner ring. SDF already has the area marked off, and more GIMs are arriving to clean up. The bottleneck currently has traffic backed up to Checkpoint 7, but I expect that to be cleared up soon. Drive safely, folks! The city of Tokyo-3 - supposedly the original design was drawn by Mel Umino on a cocktail napkin. This popular myth is only half-true, as the original design was actually haphazardly drawn on the inside of an old gum wrapper. The city design itself is relatively simple - the initial design was a circle, divided into eight "slices of pie". A second circle was added to the inside, to form a ninth sector. Concentric rings were added to the outer ring of this circle, and to the outside of the original circle. Each of the "slices" represents a city sector, 1-8. The central circle represents Sector 0, where all government facilities of the city are kept, as well as numerous scientific and educational/informational institutions. The two circles mentioned earlier are raised highways that run around the city in a circle, connected by smaller raised systems that run along the divisions between sectors. The main idea was, that as the city grew, the sectors would simply build outwards within the imaginary projected "pie slice lines" of their divisions. When it became necessary, a third circular highway could be constructed, or sections of it at a time if required, and thus onward until infinity. As the GIM unit happily pedaled away at his gyrocopter and scanned the two major highways for any sign of distress, a dull clunk and the sudden addition of a very heavy weight to his craft makes the gyrocopter dip several feet before the GIM unit returns to the altitude he was at before by pedaling frantically. Looking over the edge of his gyrocopter, the GIM suddenly reels at seeing a huge grin in his field of vision, not realizing that he still was zoomed out all the way. GIM-0410: Gah! @.@ His lone blue eye widening, his telescopic eye compresses several inches, and he blinks - a slender, red-and-white robot, with spiked, fire-red hair and a black visor circling over his eyes was waving at him, with one hand holding one of the gyrocopter's landing wheels. SMITHY: Hey. Don't mind me. The GIM continued to pedal faster, incrementally losing small bits of altitude to Smithy's weight. Large, cartoonish beads of perspiration were flying off of the reploid. The only way the scene could be more complete would be if a tiny windshield wiper descended from inside the GIM's cap to squeegee away the condensation forming on it's main lens. GIM-0410: But, but...! Y-you're too heavy...! Smithy completely ignored him, holding his left palm to his ear, now hanging onto the gyrocopter's undercarriage as if it were nothing. In the far distance, a plume of smoke began to rise amidst several office high-rises. --- The original M-Tek Building was a eighty-floor behemoth of a skyscraper that was constantly under remodeling, redevelopment, and renovation. The entire contents of floors were displaced on a regular basis to make way for new research projects or developments. Approximately half of the first ten floors was completely rebuilt from the ground up to make room for the first Melvin Robo prototype - almost a year before the first underground mecha hangar underneath the building would be constructed. The M-Tek Building's second incarnation was far more well-planned out. Three skyscrapers house the majority of Japan's government, one of the world's leading research companies, large-scale robotics production and maintenance facilities, and underground, a sprawling complex that provides the storage and care for the world's most powerful giant robots. The three buildings are arranged in a hemisphere around the north end of a gigantic reflecting pool that stretches almost a quarter mile. Building A, a fifty-story building sitting to the west of the north end of the reflecting pool, is the shortest of the three, and houses the robotics development, production, and repair facilities. The inhabitants of this building maintain every aspect of the nearly three hundred thousand GIM civil service units active in the city at any given time - a good amount performing those processes themselves! Building C sits opposite from Building A. A sixty-five story tall building, it sits just below Building B in height. Building C houses the corporate research facilities of M-Tek, developing everything from weapons, to super robots, to... blenders. (M-Tek was once Gurio Umino's faltering kitchenware company, that produced primarily blenders. Several makes of standing kitchen mixers were produced as well, but the bulky combustion-powered UMS-1P never seemed to catch on with the general Japanese public.) Building B is the most towering building of all three buildings; IT stands to the north of the reflecting pool, and comes in at a whopping seventy stories. Only seven of these stories are devoted completely to the management and affairs of the city of Tokyo-3. The next eighteen manage the affairs of the rest of Japan in a rather timely, efficient manner. Scores of GIM units have replaced many workers of the civil government, severely reducing the space the government requires to function adequately. Floor thirty is home to a single giant lobby, home to bank upon bank of computers - and the technicians, communicators, and programmers who accompany them. GIMs and humans alike process scores of information coming in from every part of the world, to adequately dispatch Japan - and the world's - super robots to deal with imminent threats. This sub-organization of the Japanese government is known as the Gutsy Galaxy Guard - usually referenced to as GGG, or 3G, because let's face it, "Gutsy Galaxy Guard" makes you sound stupid when you say it. From there up, half of the building is devoted to computers, tracking equipment, and everything required to take in and process such amazing amounts of information, as well as to the facilities required to care for the devoted staff who work tirelessly at their jobs. The other half of the building is literally a giant elevator; The elevator "car" is home to a giant briefing room and command center, the Main Order Room. The Main Order Room is capable of traveling to any floor, from floor 30 to floor 67. Computer banks are arranged in concentric rings, forming several hemispheres, around the desk belonging to Mel Umino. It itself is sitting on a smaller elevator which can travel independently of the Main Order Room, and can travel up to floor 70, the private quarters of the President himself and his two compatriots. As GIMs and cute secretaries in skirts scuttle across the floor of the Main Order Room, a bearded reploid in the blue-and-white uniform of the Japanese SDF, with the classic policeman's cap tilted down over his eyes, leans up against the wooden oak desk, which (curiously) sits empty. One of the communicators nearby him turns in her chair to him, sliding her headset off her ears momentarily. COMMUNICATOR: Mr. Booster! We have received word back from Mr. Smithy. BOOSTER: Go on. Position? COMMUNICATOR: Sector 4, Y-12, X-34, Z... Uhm... BOOSTER: What? COMMUNICATOR: Z-value... 240. ._. BOOSTER: That would be him. Patch me through, get him up on screen one! Smithy's smiling grin appears on the middle of the three screens lining the wall of the Main Order Room opposite from the desk. The left map opens to show a three-dimensional map of Tokyo, tilted slightly to show the presence of various buildings. A red dot hovers in the air above the city. Numerous, smaller white dots litter the map. SMITHY: Hay you! : BOOSTER: Some eyewitness accounts have given us a general description of a green, cylindrical, mono-eye robot with eight arms positioned at various points around it's waist. We're thinking it's a construction robot, upgraded with stolen military weapons. It's most likely running around on tank treads. SMITHY: Permission to engage? BOOSTER: You'd better believe it. SMITHY: Alright! I'll send for my kit. The screen fizzles - and then blanks out. Booster immediately begins to swivel in place, pointing and giving orders, in a rapid, efficent way - that somehow manages to not evoke the stereotypical barking of orders. BOOSTER: Number 1565 - Please start the arrangements to have Smithy's kit delivered to him. Kitsurubami - I need a refill on my coffee. --- This was the beginning of what seemed to be an ordinary day in Tokyo-3 - But all those involved would never had predicted that this would be the beginning of the end of our universe. (edited by Tripcode Mel on 08-24-06 10:06 PM) |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan  I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!!   Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| To a certain farming Dreamlander's dismay, Neo Grape Gardens had a fresh coat of snow in the morning.
Kirbynite stood inside the living room of the Dreamlander household, staring at the mounds of snow that covered his crops in the distance. Meanwhile, the other residents of Neo Grape Gardens were running about, having their fun in the snow. Kirbynite felt a slight poke to his side from a chibified half-drow. Rushuna: Hey. Why do you not ask Gooey to keep the plants protected? I am sure he can do it. He made that cool chibi-form device for anyone that comes inside. 
Kirbynite: Pfft. Gooey's too lazy to help out like that. Speaking of the Chibifier, I think he was just tired of having to look too far up whenever someone comes in. Rushuna: Oh... Well.. Come outside! You can atleast have fun while there is snow. Kirbynite: Alright, alright... Rushuna smiled as she ran up the stairs to grab a coat. Kirbynite walked over to the closet door underneath the stairs and knocked on the door. Kirbynite: Oy, Gooey. Everyone's hanging outside. You comin'? Gooey: Later. Busy. Almost done. Kirbynite: Alrighty then.. |
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Sukasa Birdo Not quite as active as before. Xkeeper supporter Xk > ||bass I IP Banned myself! Twice!  Since: 11-17-05 From: Somewhere over there Last post: 6285 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| OOC: Does this have anything to do with any of your old stories on the archived board(s)?
"ANOTHER crash?! Wow, all this tech and no-one's figured out how to prevent people from hitting each other all the time," 
Thought Snipes, shaking his head while listening to a hand-held radio. Sitting on a park ench, Snipes had been relaxing in a park in Sector 7. His plan was to pass through Japan on a sight-seeing trip out in this part of the world. Snipes had actually been taking a lot of trips lately, he noted. Not that it mattered though- it wasn't like there was anything he was needed for anyways. Looking around, Snipes smiled. Tokyo-3 was usually very busy, but it seemed like it had fallen quite quiet temporarily. Snipes knew it wouldn't last, but he enjoyed the moment of peace all the same. On a whim, Snipes pulled out a small PALM-like organizer from his hackpack that was at his feet, s medium-sized brownish-black backpack with red trim. Turning on the Organizer, Snipes re-checked his planned itinerary. "Okay... here for another day, then I'm heading southwest to Thailand. After than, northwest and on to... aw, hell! this stupid thing got corrupted again!" Cursing quietly, Snipes began to fiddle with the device, fixing the trip itinerary. |
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C`aos Porcupo  Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| "When I said I was looking for something quieter to do, this wasn't what I had in mind."
"You really need to eat less." "This is just the wrong size." "Shu' up, quit raiding the Taco Bell at the corner and you wouldn't have this problem." "You have no idea how humilating this is." "Humiliating? You have no idea how many children have military parents, or otherwise, dreams of growing up and getting into the uniform that you're wearing now. Actually, it boggles the mind that you've been serving so long and have yet to actually use one." "I have my reasons. This is one of them. And this is no position of honor either. This is a desk job, I'm not out to win an Emmy..." "Look presentable!" ******** After 12 long years of serving the Magnopolitian military, Keith Moore put on his uniform. No one would know him as Ultimanium. The embassies in Tokyo-3 were running dangerously low on staff as vacation slips started flooding in. The attention paid to the full functioning of the diplomatic machine was understandable - the two cities were rivals in scientific research, and Tokyo was a large focal point for military development and a rallying point for planetary defenses, thus having the edge there. A firm bond with them was critical. Ultimanium headed for the scramjet in his black slacks and tunic, with his belongings hoisted over his shoulder. It was a soldier's leave. Charmy wouldn't likely see him for a while. There was a metric ton of paperwork ready for his presence. "I hope I get to blow something up." he mumbled, half to himself. The irony. |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' +  Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6298 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| ((They all do, Sukasa. They all do.))
Across the globe, in Oklahoma... JDavis walked out of his lab, heading to his kitchen for a bite to eat. A flat, floating, semi-transparent rectangle was following him, displaying an image of a blonde woman with purple wings. JDavis: ... I am happy for you, Fem. I'm just saying it's annoying that as soon as you packed up your lab and moved to Neo Grape Gardens, every scientific institution in the US started sending me their mysteries. Fem: You'll get used to it. JDavis: That's beside the point. There are things I'd much rather be doing with my time. *grabs some leftover pizza and starts eating it cold* I mean, some of this stuff is just ridiculous! This place in Florida's got me studying a rock! Fem: You know as well as I do the power which certain minerals, gems, and jewels can hold. Washu's gems... the Chaos and Master Emeralds... Dreamstone... JDavis: I'm just saying the stuff is more up your alley. Fem: Where as you'd rather be modifying your ships, mecha, weaponry, etc. JDavis: Exactly. (edited by JDavis on 08-22-06 09:37 PM) |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| Unknown to most of mankind, over twenty-five million pieces of space debris are caught by the Earth's orbit and are pulled down into it's atmosphere every day. An overwhelming majority of these burn to nothing in the atmosphere, and settle to the ground as dust; A minority of these objects reach any kind of noticeable mass. One can see the cause for alarm, then, when a meteorite about the size of a small coffee table appeared in the skies above Europe one spring day nearly six months ago to date.
It traveled at a low angle halfway around the globe at seventeen thousand miles an hour, before dropping steeply and breaking up over the American Midwest. Five large pieces were tracked, and all were recovered, each in varying locales - One embedded itself in a polar icecap. One sank to the bottom of a coastal reef. One fell into a jungle, another was flung into a desert, and the fifth touched down in a grassy European field. All five of these meteorite fragments, all a uniform diamond shape, black in color and completely smooth in texture, had the tendency to emit a blue glow and were brimming with mysterious, unknown energy. For research purposes, these five fragments - the Q-Parts, as they came to be known - were sent to five research centers around the globe; The CERN Central Research Laboratory in Switzerland; the GGG Space Center at Cape Canaveral, Florida; M-Tek Building C in Tokyo, Japan; the GGG Orbital Base, basking in the relative safety of Lagrange Point 1; and for whatever reason, the final piece was sent to Neo Grape Gardens to be researched by the eccentric, otherworldly scientist known as Gooey. --- Holding a steaming mug of dark, caffeinated beverage in his hand, the authoritative policeman at the head of the Main Order Room pointed boldly; Not really to anything in particular, as he was pointing at the center wall display, which wasn't showing anything of importance at the moment. A small panel in the floor opened up at Booster's feet, and a square column elevated out of the floor, a glass panel sitting on top with a large red button inside. Booster set his mug down on a coaster on the desk behind him. BOOSTER: Gustav Cannon! He shifted one leg back, and clenched a fist at his side... then wheeled around, and brought the bottom of his fist down HARD on the button, shattering the glass into a shower of sparkles. BOOSTER: Operation approved! --- Outside, the massive reflecting pool in front of the three towering buildings began to drain out. As the pool emptied with amazing speed, the floor underneath it split in two, sliding aside into the ground. A stubby cannon, pointed backwards into the air, with a seemingly tiny barrel, slowly rose into view on a giant elevator that took up the entire length of the reflecting pool. A loud thud shook the area as the entire cannon tipped forward, slamming into position with a thud. The force of the impact shifted it's barrel forward, and four sections of turret each slid out of the cannon's barrel in part, each connecting it's end with the front of the last, resulting in a massive piece of artillery dwarfing even the Paris Gun and Dora railway guns. Inside the very turret of this Japanese-built penisgun, a large, white metallic ring with a blue stripe running through the middle of the outside edge, with yellow "POLICE" lettering emblazoned every so often feet, was moving upwards on a loading elevator into the back of the turret. Several GIMs escorted it in, double and triple-checked to ensure it was in place.. then hastily exited through several maintenance hatches. --- SMITHY: Well, I guess that's it for now. Be seeing you! Swinging his legs back, then forward, Smithy threw his weight forward, spinning the gyrocopter around, with him still hanging onto the bottom. He went upside down, then right-side up, then let go just as he was going up, sending himself flying into the air, in the immediate direction of the plume of smoke in the distance. The gyrocopter was sent spinning off into the sky. GIM-0410: Noooooo! 
--- Two of the Main Order Room's displays were filled with Gustav Cannon firing data; One screen had the three-dimension map of Tokyo from before. A red dot was illuminated brightly, along with a projected trajectory. A white line led from the M-Tek reflecting pool, moving out and curving to the right to meet with the red dot's path. The other screen showed the first-person view of the cannon, aiming directly into the sky, even with a tiny crosshair in the middle. As the red dot slowly progressed along it's path -- a technician at her station pulled back a fist, and slammed it into a giant red button at the elevated side of her console, causing it to glow a bright blue. TECHNICIAN: Gustav Cannon -- Emission! There was no resounding thoom, no giant thud, nothing like that - only the sharp crack of a sonic boom as a red line flew up the Gustav Cannon's barrel, and a white projectile soared out of it, flying into the sky and slowly arcing to the right. Small rocket assemblies mounted on the backside of the ring's exterior were guiding it into position. As Smithy stopped arcing into the air, and began to fall, he could already see his Equip Ring coming in from a distance, and it was already spinning around wildly. It pulled beside him, then shot directly in front of him. The reploid put both his feet together, and passed directly through the middle, as it slowed to match his speed bit-for-bit. SMITHY: Equip Mode! Time seemed to stop - Tokyo-3, and it's crystal blue skies faded away - an obvious sign of a HENSHIN SEEEEEQUENCE!The inside circle of the Equip Ring opened up in sectioned panels, several small maintenance arms appearing as Smithy rattled off a small list of components. As he named each component, the small arms removed the original base component he was using, be it his arm, leg, or armor, then several new arms would install the new component he requested. Each new installation was heralded by plenty of sparks and flames seeping out of the cracks between his exoframe and the component, as well as a hearty shout. SMITHY: Vernier Armor, Set On! P-Type Left, Set On! S-Type Right, Set On! Vernier Walkers, Set On! As time seemed to pick up again - the various doors of the Equip Ring closed, and it broke off, slowing down as Smithy sped up. He was now sporting slightly bulked-up armor and legs, sporting many thruster verniers. A "vernier backpack" in the middle of his back had a large main thruster and two smaller verniers pointed diagonally beside it; He had two verniers, one pointing down, one outward and diagonally beside his shoulder joints; His legs had verniers mounted inside the back of his knees and in the base of his feet. His left arm was absolutely huge, a cylindrical, stovepipe limb with a giant silver piledriver extending out of the back. At it's closed length, it didn't go up past his head. His right arm was oversize as well, extending with a giant, curved (yet polygonal) metal shield attached to it, with the obligatory "POLICE" on it, only in white to match his color scheme. The right hand was oversize as well, with only two large fingers the size of two combined, and a thumb. --- Several police cars sat in a main road passing through Sector 8, lined up across the street two-deep to form a makeshift blockade. Several human officers, a small platoon of blue-and-white GIMs with police caps instead of baseball caps, and even a one-and-a-half story tall Vehicle Robo with the same color scheme and hat stood behind the blockade, all armed to the teeth. A giant green cylinder, at least five stories tall, with eight extending arms carrying various classic implements of skyscraper construction were mounted on a rotating track around it's "waist," was slowly hurtling towards them at a steady 20 miles per hour on tank treads. It carelessly mowed right over several cars as it sped towards the barricade. An important-looking man with a police captain's stripes and an eye patch pointed to the construction robot with one hand, a megaphone in the other. POLICE CAPTAIN: Doctor Edward Gauss! We demand that you turn over the stolen Q-Parts and abandon your robot peacefully, or we will use force! Inside the robot's cockpit, a middle-aged man with an angular chin, messy brownish-blond hair, and shimmering square glasses sat in front of several monitors and an amazing amount of levers. In the seat, between his legs, was the glowing black meteorite he was after - the Q-Parts. A black ring around the upper section of the robot hummed to life, a giant red monoeye lighting up and spinning to face the officers. GAUSS: Oho! Please! Show me your force! Give me a good excuse to crush you. POLICE CAPTAIN: You heard him! Show him what happens when you taunt the SDF- The Vehicle Robo at his side pointed it's giant robot-sized revolver at the construction droid - and was suddenly knocked back a good thirty feet, collapsing backwards to the ground, an oversize rivet planted directly between his eyes. The stunned officers turned back to see the construction robot brandishing a gigantic rivet driver in a mechanical arm - just before Gauss began to spray the area with steel rivets, pinning cars to the ground, putting holes into the pavement, and generally ruining everyone's shit. When out of the blue, a red blur fell to the pavement at a sharp angle, ripping up pavement as he skidded to a stop, scattering dust and debris into the air and obscuring the doctor's aim. The robot appeared unfazed, and fired off several more rivets - when a purple laser cut through the hazy air, slicing each rivet into harmless halves with surgical precision. The smoke cleared, and Smithy stood in a neutral-aggressive pose, hands at his side, looking straight forward to the robot in front of him - which was already fifty, if not a hundred times his size. GAUSS: I'm so pleased! It'll be such great publicity for BioNet if we trash one of 3G's robots.. SMITHY: Dr. Gauss! I've come to take the Q-Parts from you, whether you like it or not! GAUSS: Hohoho! I suppose we'll get straight to the point then, shall we? The construction droid cocked it's various arms, displaying the array of devices on them - A giant power drill, the rivet gun from before, an oversize arc welder, and a king-size chainsaw, among others. GAUSS: Come, let's fight! |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain  Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| There was a loud crash at Kirbynite's door, and a glance in its general direction would reveal that it's been thrown open with violent force by a now-chibified Grey, a look of panic and desperation on his simply-constructed and adorable face. He began dashing left and right, his stubbly arms and legs flailing about in excitement (as was the style for those in his form). He broke pose for a moment and paused to stare at his arms and legs, which he wiggled curiously. There was a soft rubbery noise like something jiggly being poked by a finger, and Grey considered his state for several seconds before returning to his mantra of fear.
Grey: "Kirb! Kiiiirb!!! It's all over the news! Some guy called Dr. Gauss is attacking Tokyo-3 and stealing one of those things that they gave to Gooey! It's an emergency!" Throughout his rantings, Grey was seen rushing left and right and to and fro, often appearing in random places and striking random poses to go along with his raving, only to return to the center of the room, panting in exhaustion. "I.... don't know why... I just did that.... But this is important news! I've blogged it already, and I've got a script running on my laptop that's posting it to all the major world message boards! Look!" He pulled out of a pocket of hammerspace an ultra-thin laptop PC, which featured in the center of its screen an automatic posting script running in a bastardized command-line interface. A list of places he was unwittingly spamming with emergency messages popped up on occasion, updating itself as the script ran. "Soon the whole world will know! Well... The whole world that cares about any of the cool places on the internet." |
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C`aos Porcupo Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Roughly 0.2 seconds passed.
A flight attendant with breasts far larger than her own head bowed down to Ultimanium, who continued toying with a laptop in front of him. "Would you liiiiike some peanuuuuuuts?" He continued flipping through message boards when a blip appeared on the lower right corner of his screen - and the new mail tone screamed out of the small onboard speakers, which coincidently were damaged and unable to turn down from their maximum volume. "I'm getting there, I'm getting there..." Tapping the icon on the touchscreen his e-mail popped up. "...new RSS feed from Neo Grape Gardens... well, haven't talked to those people in a wh..." Shortly after the cabin depressurized as Ultimanium broke through the exit door, soaring downwards. He'd have to travel that last 5 minutes to his destination himself. |
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Sukasa Birdo Not quite as active as before. Xkeeper supporter Xk > ||bass I IP Banned myself! Twice! Since: 11-17-05 From: Somewhere over there Last post: 6285 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| OOC: Experimenting with a new writing style.
Although Snipes had been far enough away from the battle beginning in sector 8, he was not far away enough to not notice the pal of smoke drifting over from said sector. "Wht the hell?" Asked Snipes, to no-one in particular. Stuffing his still-unfixed organizer into his backpack and swinging it across his back, Snipes almost leapt off the bench he was sitting on and began spriting towards the source of the pall of smoke, in case he could help in any way. Being a reploid, after all, Snipes didn't have nearly as many limitations as, say, a human firefighter or whatever. On an idea, Snipes stopped, swung his backpack around, and pulled out one of his two pistals and clipped it to his belt before continuing on. |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| Rushuna stared at Grey with a nervous look as she walked down the stairs. The Happy Mask Salesman was the last person she wanted to be reminded of.
Kirbynite: G-Grey.. you're not making any sense... Look, nevermind. Just.. Chil out, or something. Everyone's having fun out there in the snow, and we're gonna head out there too. Rushuna: Is Gooey coming with us? Kirbynite: Nah. Rushuna: Oh.. Still with the glowy rock? Kirbynite: Yep. "Awesome. A reason to test out my rock examining device with a chair attachment.", or something like that. Atleast Zap takes breaks and steps out of his surroundings. Kirbynite started heading outside, with Rushuna following close behind. Rushuna: I think he is just keeping an eye on Teddylot. Kirbynite: Oh, right. (edited by Kirbynite on 08-25-06 12:29 AM) |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6298 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Elsewhere on Neo Grape Gardens, in Fem's lab...
The winged female scientist from the future was sitting in a chair facing a curved wall covered in monitors of various resolutions and aspect ratios. One of these monitors was displaying JDavis; busy wolfing down a second slice of pizza. However, it was another one which Fem was concentrated on at the moment. Fem: Hmm... Somebody's attacking Tokyo-3 in a robot. JDavis: Slow news day, huh? JDavis wiped his hands on his pants before tapping the air in front of him, causing another floating semi-transparent window to open. This one was showing all sorts of moving shapes and lines and numbers which seemed to be representing data of some sort. Fem: I dunno, something seems different about this one... It looks fairly well calculated, but all the reports are saying it's just a random attack... JDavis: Hmm... I'm getting all sorts of odd results on my analysis of this rock... And it's reminding me a bit of Washu's gems... Perhaps it's time to put it to the real test. Fem: You intend to put it in JDavis Robo, don't you? JDavis: Verily so. (edited by JDavis on 08-24-06 10:04 PM) |
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Sukasa Birdo Not quite as active as before. Xkeeper supporter Xk > ||bass I IP Banned myself! Twice! Since: 11-17-05 From: Somewhere over there Last post: 6285 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Running towards the source of the smoke, Snipes made it to the gate between the sector he was in and Sector 8. "Hey," yelled Snipes to the guards, "What's going on over there?" recieving no reply, Snieps grunted nad tried again. STILL recieving no reply, Snipes decided to take things into his own hands. running over to the wall itself, Snipes stood up and to anyone watching, appeared to take off from a standing start, straight upwards until he cleared the wall, and flew towards the smoke source, which was on the otehr side of a large rbuilding. By now he had been noticed by the guard on the ground, and they were yelling at him unintelligibly. | |||
Teddylot Bouncy  Since: 11-17-05 From: *uploading new location* Last post: 6320 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| A loud, kinda sorted sneeze echoed through the snowy landscape of Neo Grape Gardens. Then another one, but this one had a much more humorous (or manly) sound to it. A raggedy teen, horribly dressed for the occasion sporting only an orange sweatshirt to go with his baggy jeans and some humongous (seriously big) headphones as earmuffs, wiped his red nose with his already grimy sleeve. Zap, as people tended to call him, adjusted his glasses on his nose and then pulled his over-grown bangs out of his eyes.
Zap: Hey, Teddylot? Ya think we should've put on a warmer exterior core? The second sneeze offender was a mere two-foot tall teddy bear wearing a snazzy pair of loose jeans. The bear stood at a mound of snow apparently attempting to sculpt it. He constantly turned his head towards Zap, who was standing there simply, and held a thumb towards him. Teddylot: Maybe you. I, however, am perfectly warm in my nice coat of fur. Yes, it's a coat ... I can take it off and hang it up as I please. Zap: Then why'd you sneeze? Bugs? Teddylot: Nope, no computer viruses in this bear, and I don't know why there would be as I'm 95% fluff, 100% awesome. Nope ... the little red-headed girl's talking about how awesome I am. |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| The two stood at opposite ends of a city block, like an "Old West" sherriff and a matching outlaw, both squaring off at high noon.
Smithy shifted to the side slightly, one hip moving closer to Gauss' modified construction robot than the other. He cocked his oversize right arm out, elbow bent, his left pile-driver arm in the same position, but pulled back slightly to rest in front of his chest. Almost in anticipation, the manually-piloted, monoeye construction robot dry-spun it's drills and buzzed it's saws, like a hot rod sitting at the starting line. SMITHY: San! GAUSS: Ni! SMITHY: Ichi! SMITHY AND GAUSS: Go! The armored red reploid and the green, multi-arm construction robot immediately charged at each other. A main circular ring that all the construction robot's numerous slender, extending arms attached to was mounted halfway up it's body, and rotated to allow two arms, both having oversize rivet guns attached, to fold out and fire onto Smithy. Smithy kept up his charge. At the very first rivet sailed towards him - He snapped his arms shut in front of him. The solid, extra-thick shielded plating on the pile-driver arm's back side, as well as the oversized right arm's shield, deflected the rivets easily. Gauss' eyebrow twitched as Smithy plowed through a barrage of flying metal, emerging only remotely scratched. One of the grappler arms latched onto a car as the robot passed by, crumpling it slightly, and pitched it underhanded directly at Smithy. Cue slow-motion. Almost frame-by-frame from Metal Gear Solid 2, or that one really awesome Zoids episode that I can't remember the name of, Smithy leaps into the air, then plants a foot on the oncoming car -- and launches himself into the air, the various verniers on his back and legs firing. Sailing into the air, he spreads his arms wide, and pulls his right arm back, moving his waist with it as the pile-driver's back end slides out with a thud-- GAUSS: Shimataaa-- Several arms all rise up, equipped with saws and drills, but each only barely passes by Smithy. SMITHY: Too slow! He sends his fist flying forward into the construction robot's domed forehead, creating a giant pothole centered arounnd the spot he touches - and when the piledriver crashes down with an earth-shattering boom, a hole is blasted straight through the droid, more than clear enough to see through. Smithy leaps off and drops to the ground, as the robot tips back -- back -- then forward, stabilizing itself with a discernable rumble. SMITHY: Gauss! Are you going to come out, or am I coming in after you? Out of the hole comes Gauss, planting a foot on the edge of it, and holding an arm up to display the black stone, roughly the size of a medium-sized moving box with the thickness of a dictionary. He whistled, as he twirled it around in his palm. GAUSS: Well! I think if I just gave the Q-Parts back to you, that would spoil all the fun! Only a pack of fools like the M-Tek Corporation, and 3G, and you - especially you, King of Braves! Only you wouldn't know how to use the power that the Q-Parts hold. Maybe I'll even do you a favor and demonstrate! Sliding back into the hole in his robot's chest, Gauss drops into the cockpit, crossing his legs around the Q-Parts and -- well, pretty much massaging the stone, which begins to glow a bright blue. In moments, that glow spreads to the robot surrounding the two. Pieces of metal debris are drawn like a vacuum to the damaged robot, and not only does it's hole sustained in battle fill, but it begins to bulk up, expanding in both size and height. The treads recombine and shuffle into tarantula-style walker legs, the many extending arms collapsing to fewer arms, but equipped better as well -- with more powerful construction devices, and two actual grappler arms, spaceship-quality. Three stories total are added to the robot's height, making it tower over Smithy even more than before. SMITHY: Hahaha! Oh, shit. |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6298 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Suddenly, a mostly blue mecha fell oout of the sky and landed right next to Smithy.
Oddly, it was about the same size as the red reploid. JDavis: I trust you could use my help? |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Grey: "Jeez... Greatest country in the world is being attacked, and you're all going out to play in the snow. Fine, fine..."
Grey had plans of his own. He hadn't explored Kirbynite's house entirely just yet, so he had no idea where Gooey's lab was... But that didn't hinder him. "Let's see... Gooey's made of Dark Matter, so he should show up as a huge black spot on my Second Sight..." Grey closed his eyes and felt the world around him. The world around him shrunk away timidly, and revealed to him the cupboard underneath the stairs. It was about three feet away from him. "Oh. Huh, maybe that wasn't necessary." He rapped on the door, opened it a crack, and poked his head inside. He immediately withdrew it, and checked the foundations of the stairwell that lay above his head. He blinked a few times, and poked his head back inside. What lay before him was a huge room, filled with experiments, floating lights, various screens and images from seemingly nowhere, and in the center of it all, a ginormous reactor that stretched from the floor all the way to the ceiling, a distance of nigh-interminable height, giving power to everything in the lab. "Uh, wow. Hey, Gooey...? You in here?" |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| Gooey: Gooey saying you letting in being?
Gooey's mug appeared directly infront of Grey, which probably would've caused the PSI boy to be taken aback. The gumdrop shaped Dramlander was perched on a chair which was attached to a glass case by beam of light. Gooey: Gooey busy. What you wanting? ----------------------- All of a sudden, a snowball was planted firmly on the side of Teddylot's head. Mitra: Ah'm sorry, mistuh Teddylot! Ah meant to hit Pitch ovuh there! Mitra, the Dreamlander Phoenix, marched through the snow to apologize to Teddylot. Meanwhile, a little green bird fluttered around Zap, sticking his tounge out at Mitra. Pitch: Joo missed, lady! It's har' to hit me, ah? Kirbynite: Oy oy! When's the snowman gonna be built? Before Kirbynite and Rushuna took another step, a large mound of snow erupted before them, giving them both a bit of a scare. Kirbynite furrowed his brows as he realized it was Nago, using full advantage of his white coat. Nago: Myaaahahahaha! You really fell for it, huh, mya? Kirbynite: Very funny. 
Nago: Anyway, we were waitin' on Gooey. Can't make a snowman without rollin' him up to be the head, huh, mya? Kirbynite: I can't believe you're trying to make that little mistake as a tradition  |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| SMITHY: Whoa! JD! You're... tiny. Awesome.
Smithy raises his oversized right hand and high-fives the "fun size" JDavis Robo. SMITHY: Okay. Let's show him who's boss! GAUSS: Using the power of the Q-Parts, this construction robot can make use of twenty-seven different abilities! The bulked-up construction robot swivels around, it's red mono-eye glowing a bright red, as it settles on Smithy and JDvais Robo. Two of it's grappler arms move forward, the first connecting a long, screwdriver-like bit into the end of a orange cylinder with a large T-shaped handle at the top. Overall, it resembles a king-sized jackhammer. Plunging the jackhammer into the ground, it begins to shake rapidly with the robot holding it -- and huge cracks suddenly rip into the asphalt underfoot, large patches of ground shifting up and down. Buildings nearby begins to weaken structurally as patches of ground rise, while others sink into the ground, as fire hydrants explode and cars fall through gaping holes into the sewer system underground. |
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Sukasa Birdo Not quite as active as before. Xkeeper supporter Xk > ||bass I IP Banned myself! Twice! Since: 11-17-05 From: Somewhere over there Last post: 6285 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| After watching the goings-on down between the construction robot and the smaller red-haired guy who had come to fight it, Snipes was now watching all three of the fighters.
Snipes: "Hmm... I think I can safely guess who're the good guys here..." Pulling out his pistol, Snipes began to fly towards Smithy (althuogh he didn't yet know his name), checking the charge on his pistol's battery pack. Speaking of which, that pistol was something else. One of Snipes' pet projects for a while, it was essentially a small cannon, which fired incredibly small traces of antimatter (less than 1/1000 of a milligram, seeing as a few grams could destroy a small city). IT was powered by some solar cells on the top and bottom, a piezoelectric generator, and TPV (ThermoPhotoVoltaic) cells that transferred his bodyt heat into electrical energy for the particle generator inside it. Of course, the little device wasn't incredibly powerful in normal operation, but it could still do good damage if fit hit a target, and had a couple of tricks to it as well. Flying down towards Smithy, and watching to contruction robot to be sure it didn't try anything, Snipes called out to Smithy and the JDavis Robo. "Hey, need a hand?" |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Grey: "GAH! Ah... Arggh.... Ha, Gooey... There you are."
Grey pushed his glasses back up his nose and recovered from his taken aback position, which involved him falling to the floor in a heap and shaking in fear. He searched himself, felt his pants to make sure they weren't wet, and continued. "Well... Er, You know that weird Q thingie that you've been studying for a while? How there are a few more of them? Japan's under attack and such... Giant robots, as per the norm, and they wanna steal Japan's piece of it. Look, I posted it on all the awesome message boards on the internet, so everyone would know it was super important!" He pulled out his laptop, and showed Gooey the myriad of bookmarks he had copied and pasted his message to the world in... 8kun.net, Zxnon's, and Grahla, among others. Anyone who was ANYONE on the internet would have to know! And all of those viewers would care... Yes... "Anyway, I figured as a dutiful citizen of the world, I'd go out there and do my part to keep it safe! Except for the part where I'd need a giant robot. Can't very well control the mind of a piece of steel, now can I? So..." He grinned innocently at Gooey, polishing off his proposal by standing up straight and folding his hands in front of him, bowing slightly. "...I would be very honored if I could have the keys to Heavy Lobster!" |
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