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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Without so much as a skip in his step, Mel slowly turned his head around to look at Kirbynite out of the corner of his eye. His glasses drooped slightly, and for a brief moment, the Dreamlander caught sight of his eyes -- which had changed from blue to an unearthly green color, and seemed to pulse slightly every other moment or so.
MEL: You.. shouldn't get in my way. He planted his other hand on Kirbynite's head, a small noise emitting from the pink puff like a squeak toy moments before he spun around, hurling him off into the air towards the house. Mel stopped cold halfway into his spin -- He now faced the house he had just broken out of, with his heels literally halfway off the island. He raised his left arm to Kirbynite, and again, fired a momentary burst of bright green energy at him. And then he simply tipped backwards, and dove off the island. MEL: Melvin... Robo! It had not been a second after he dove off the edge that a bright red blue shot straight upwards from the side of the island, arcing off into the sky. --- Booster and Smithy, along with the rest of the Main Order Room, were watching these events unfolded. Several communicators, researchers, and GIMs alike were watching in stunned silence. Iris had collapsed to her knees, and had buried her face in her clipboard. Double turned sadly away from the screen. SMITHY: That's... BOOSTER: One of the Get-Machines. There can be no mistaking his identity, if he's piloting that. SMITHY: He's going to be coming here next, isn't he? BOOSTER: . . . (edited by Tripcode Mel on 09-17-06 04:15 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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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BOOSTER: We don't want to blow up the Q-Parts, too! 
--- The retro-thrusters on the Get-Machine speeding along in front of Kirby Robo and it's new ZIG companion fired, causing the red single-seater to jerk backwards and allow it's two pursuers to rocket ahead of it. With skillful lever pulling on Mel's part -- the red plane tilts backwards, it's nose pointing straight into the sky as serious thrust vectoring takes place. He shoots off into the sky, and no sooner do Kirbynite, Guts, and Fem realize this when a pair of planes, one white and one yellow, nearly clip their crafts, racing upwards to meet the first member of the group, as the outskirts of Tokyo-3 slowly begin to crawl into view. --- Smithy suddenly leans forward, shouting at the video feed like armchair referees shouting at professional sports players on a television. SMITHY: WATCH OUT, HE'S COMBINING! (edited by Tripcode Mel on 09-17-06 10:42 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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| I eat raw bacon all the time.
You'll be fine. |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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Originally posted by Clockworkz Weaksauce. I've eaten up to half a package of raw bacon at a time as a kid, and I came out fine afterwards. (Nowadays I stick to, oh, maybe two slices at most.) |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| As blue beams sharply penetrated scattered cloud cover and blasted into the upper atmosphere, the three planes, one yellow, one red, and one white, independently weaved in and out of the scattered beams.
--- SMITHY: He should've combined by now.. BOOSTER: He hasn't requested combination approval yet, has he? In most of Japan's transforming gattai super robots -- approval from the Main Order Room is required to perform transformation sequences. Even if the proper robot components are aligned, hard-coded software locks will prevent the transformation mechanisms from activating. Almost on cue, one of the female technicians pipes up. COMMUNICATOR: Mr. Booster? The President is requesting combination for Melvin Robo G-- Booster leans over slightly to get a better view of the girl's screen. As she said, the confirmation dialog for Melvin Robo G's gattai sequence is present... and without touching anything, the box at the bottom suddenly flips over and says "APPROVED." in bold red lettering. BOOSTER: WHAT THE FUCK DOUBLE: Did he just BYPASS the hardware locks? ._. --- The red Get-Machine parted from the white and yellow Get-Machines, climbing sharply into the air. The yellow one sped up as the white plane slowed down slightly -- causing them to collide in a rear-ender. However, they linked, and two black legs ejected out of the yellow plane's thrusters, locking into place. The conjoined planes killed their thrusters -- and began to dive down towards Tokyo-3 below. MELVIN: Get-Machines, Cooooombine! The red Get-Machine dove sharply, it's speed increasing as it quickly caught up with the two other planes. The plane rolled over in midair, then pushed ahead of the two combined planes, before braking suddenly and slamming into the front of the white plane as well. The twin thrusters separated out to the sides, as white arms ejected from them and locked into place as well, the hands at the end of each clenching into fists momentarily. Flipping over, the now vaguely humanoid robot continued to descent, it's feet now towards the ground. Nanites come into play as a stiff white coat materializes over the robot's form, while blocky-looking brown hair forms atop the transforming head of the red plane. The robot's mismatched colors change from the ground up, like water climbing vertically up a piece of paper towel. Almost as an afterthought, two shimmering circular spectacles form over the robot's eyes, making it a nigh-perfect resemblance to the President of Japan, as it crashes into the street, sinking into the pavement almost to it's ankles. MEL: Melvin! The Melvin Robo G turns around, raising both arms above it's head. MEL: Robo! The super mechanoid snaps it's arms at it's waist in the classic horse stance, as the background turns dark and green bolts of lightning fill the background. MEL: G! |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Mel stared down at the vial of murky red liquid.
MEL: Smithy. SMITHY: Yo! Smithy walked over to Mel, joining him at staring down into the liquid. MEL: Five bucks says you can't drink all of that. SMITHY: IT'S ON |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Beside Mel, the vial of red liquid picks itself up, floats upside down in the air, and empties itself out.
MEL: Oh shit. SMITHY: Not bad. n_n Mel grumbles, and plucks a five-dollar bill out of his wallet, holding it out in midair until it is plucked away by Smithy's invisible hand. |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| An awesome attack! As the Kirby Robo became a whirling blur and pierced cloud cover, hurtling towards Melvin Robo G, the robot seemed to stiffen in anticipation. And as the pink projectile came close -- the super mechanoid slammed both arms forward, trapping Kirby Robo's spinning feet between it's hands.
The force of impact sent Melvin Robo G backwards, it's feet dragging and breaking through the asphalt as it moved, kicking up debris and smoke. As the two skidded to a stop, Melvin Robo G still stood, holding Kirby Robo in place... and then it's upper section began to spin wildly while Mel held the robot's feet in place, much like a drill with a bit stuck in the wall. MEL: Melvin... The Melvin Robo G's glasses flash briefly, before beginning to glow a bright purple. --- SMITHY: Comm! Get me on line with underground, I want Melvin Robo taken out of storage! COMMUNICATOR: Ah... H-hai. BOOSTER: Melvin Robo? You don't have the permissions for that. SMITHY: You an' me are Co-Presidents, I don't need permission for shit. BOOSTER: Melvin Robo can't hold a candle to Melvin Robo G. SMITHY: Well, shit, guess I'm gonna have to go out there and get my ass kicked with Kirbynite, won't I? JD, let's get going. --- Outside, the runway beside the reflection pool standing before Building B had already begun to descend. Inside the massive underground bunker, one of the many metal storage pallets was being removed and unsealed; This one contained three planes, one red, one yellow, one white... all far more primitive and blocky-looking than the sleek Get-Machines Mel had been piloting minutes before. --- MELVIN: Beam! The lenses on the Melvin Robo G's face lit up as twin purple beams emerged from them, directed straight at the Kirby Robo in his hands. |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| MEL: Yes! And he's RIGHT BEHIND YOU
SMITHY: BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA (edited by Tripcode Mel on 09-22-06 02:49 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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| This looks like... Shit, this looks like Algebra II to me. | |||
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| JDavis issued this command just in time, halting Mel and Smithy right in their tracks. Smithy froze with his open right palm inches from the face of a Zealian soldier, his hand burning with an awesome power that tells him to defeat you. Mel, on the flip side, stood with both his Gauss Machine Guns pointed in opposite directions as a crowd of soldiers gathered around him.
MEL: What! Come on, JD, the past is fucked no matter WHAT route we take. We can totally take these guys! |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| MEL: Pinpoint Barrier!
The Melvin Robo G crossed it's arms, standing proudly as explosive shells deflected from their courses with small orange flashes, completely missing the mecha, yet still engulfing a city block in thick plumes of smoke. --- PASSERBY: No one could survive that much smoke! =O --- MEL: Chain Knuckle! Out of the thick black fog came two spinning, rocket-propelled black fists, each with heavy metal chains attached to the back of them, both directed straight at Kirby Robo! |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Mel just kind of sat all pouty-like in the corner. Smithy was pacing around -- although he was now missing his arms.
SMITHY: My stomach hurts.. <_> |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Both chains immediately began to retract as the twin fists came back at the Melvin Robo G, snapping both straight and pulling them back into the robot's wrists as they followed the chains attached to them.
MEL: Me- SMITHY: Missile Storm! A half-dozen micromissiles came out from down a street unexpectedly, almost catching Mel off guard. Melvin Robo G quickly swiveled-- MEL: Melvin Beam! The twin purple beams moved with the robot, arcing through the air and cutting each missile in half with artful precision, causing it to explode in a cloud of smoke. And as the smoke started to thin, in a fighting stance, with twin, glowing yellow lenses, stood-- SMITHY: Melvin Robo! -- at the opposite end of the street from the Melvin Robo G. Melvin Robo, the predecessor to Melvin Robo G, had the same visual style and was similar to Mel in appearance, but had a far blockier and primitive design compared to Melvin Robo G's. (edited by Tripcode Mel on 09-24-06 01:49 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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| The Melvin Robo G's head swiveled around slightly, eyes flickering brightly for a moment at the sight of Kirby Robo.
SMITHY: W... what the fuck.  ;
The Melvin Robo G unblinkingly lodged it's hand in the Kirby Robo's forehead, then flung it off into the distance like a pink, robotic baseball. -- SMITHY: Melvin! The Melvin Robo pointed a finger daringly at the Melvin Robo G. SMITHY: This is unforgivable! I won't allow you to do as you please! The other robot was silent for several moments -- until it's left fist began to slowly spin around at a rapidly increasing rate. MEL: I'll tell you the same thing I told Kirbynite. Do not stand in my way. SMITHY: I'll stand in your way whether you like it or not! MEL: Chain Knuckle! SMITHY: Chain Knuckle! Melvin Robo pulled both of it's arms back and thrust them forward as twin fists fired off the wrists, flying towards the opposite end of the street with chains trailing behind them. Melvin Robo G only fired one spinning fist, swiveling with the left arm to the side, then punching forward to send it on it's way. All three fists collided in mid-air, glancing off one another; The Melvin Robo G's Chain Knuckle, however, struck between the two fists fired by Melvin Robo, causing them to glance off at various angles and leave the Chain Knuckle on it's course unimpended. SMITHY: I shouldn't have fired both~ Melvin Robo was struck directly in the chest, and was send skidding back through the pavement as the fist spun around, grinding deeper into the pothole made by the original impact of the fist. Both of Melvin Robo's fists quickly retracted, but the Melvin Robo G's fist snapped back to it's owner before he could make a grab at it. |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Mel has laid out what was left in his posession on a small, rickety wooden table in the middle of the cell.
MEL: Let's see what we've got to work with. So I have.. my glasses, my shoes, and my watch. Meaning I have limited high-jump capability, a grappling hook, my watch laser, and decent thermal and night optics. All the ingredients to a daring escape, but this place is too locked down for us to get out without anyone noticing. Smithy was randomly pacing around. MEL: Smithy. What leg module do you have? SMITHY: Vernier Walkers. MEL: Fuck! We could use the Inazuma Kick if you had the F-Types.. |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Smithy tiptoed out the storage room door, with King K heaped over one shoulder.
SMITHY: D-dude... You're heavy. ._. --- Mel pumped his fist and flexed a bicep. MEL: I'll show him my fighting spirit! |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| MEL: Like I said. Fighting spirit, right?
Mel was dantily slipping form-fitting black gloves over both his hands, before stretching out his fingers to check for a perfect fit. He clenched each fist tight, and green lines appeared on the gloves, crawling up through his arms, appearing over his clothing, and momentarily over his entire figure before disappearing. MEL: Power Gloves, Mark III! He formed his left fist, swiveled his hips around, and threw the most powerful punch he could at the door. And missed, embedding his fist in the wall directly to the left of it, sending cracks upwards through the entire wall, and even into the ceiling a little. With a flick of his pinky, the entire wall to the left of the door collapsed, creating a rather large entrance out of the room. Mel stood next to the door and gave a soft bow, before sashaying everyone out of the room. MEL: After you~ |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Mel slides one foot forward, moving his arms out in front of him, then snapping one open handed palm to the side of his head, the other opened outward towards Rawk Hawk in front of him, in Master Asia's classic fighting stance.
MEL: Come on, Chicken Little! Your tricks won't save you from real courage and fighting spirit! |
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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: 5912 days Last view: 5912 days |
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| Elsewhere.
On a barren field seemingly devoid of life, two humanoid robots, one blue and black, one black and red, hover in midair over a field. Twin blue plumes of flame shoot out of the blue-and-black robot's back as it floats idly, grapping the red robot by the face and allowing it to dangle in midair for a few moments before releasing it -- then flying into the air a bit higher, and planting a double kick in it's face that sends it into the ground, creating yet another crater in the cracked landscape around it. The blue robot lands on the ground as the red robot impacts front side-first, then plants a large foot directly on the red robot's head, and pushes it down into the ground. Inside, a rather androgynous bishonen with blue hair and a Mobile Trace bodysuit smirks gleefully, and speaks softly in perfect Japanese. KOU: < Floating high into the air, Kou's mecha claps it's hands together, and as they spread apart, a ball of blue flame begins to swell in his hands, inflating to a diameter even larger than he is. He holds the gigantic energy sphere over his head, ready to drop it on the crippled red and black robot at any time. Not too far away is what at first seems like a towering blue metal building, but is in fact a giant, tank-treaded carrier. Near the top, large blue windows wrap around the rounded sides of the carrier, protecting a large command deck. And just inside, a young girl with short purple hair, most likely not even twenty yet, presses her face to the window, pounding on it as tears stream down her face. KEI: < SANSHIRO: < KEI: < The scene zoomed into the cockpit of the battered red and black robot, as it staggered to it's feet. Sitting in a control chair, with an almost confusing array of levers at his fingertips, sat a teenager with spiked black hair and blue eyes with a particular determination to them. SANSHIRO: < KOU: Bakamono! < The blue and black robot arched it's back -- and with a mighty throw, hurled the giant blue ball of flame towards Sanshiro's mecha. In return, the black and red robot had clapped it's hands together. Electric sparks rolled across the robot's metal skin.. as a flaming red ball began to inflate between it's parting hands. SANSHRO: Shinryu! (True Dragon) The ball of flame glowed with a powerful red aura, as it grew to the size of the blue Noise Sphere -- and then the robot pressed it's hands back together, packing it into a yellow ball only a quarter of it's original size that glowed like the sun. SANSHIRO: Stoner! Sanshiro made a motion with a lever, and his mecha reacted, tossing the glowing ball of energy effortlessly into the air with one hand. The other reached to it's side as a section of the robot's leg extended out, and out of the square parition came a black cylinder. He gripped it with one of the robot's hands and gave it a sharp snap -- and it expanded to over four times it's length, into a mecha-sized version of a baseball bat. SANSHIRO: Sun.. And with a mighty crack, the baseball bat met the glowing ball of energy, sending it careening directly at the Noise Sphere, it's surface curving and distorting with the insane speed and force applied to it. SANSHIRO: SHIIIIIIIIIINE! Like a bullet through a gallon jug of water, the Stoner Sunshine penetrated through the Noise Sphere -- which seemed to collapse in on itself and explode as the Stoner Sunshine burst from it's backside. The blue and black mecha vainly put it's arms out in defense -- as the glowing orb tore through both extremities, plowing into the cockpit. KOU: Uwaaaaah! N... Nee-saaaan...! Those were the blue-haired man's final words, as his mecha was wiped from existence, as the Stoner Sunshine exploded into a dome of light, the robot becoming several black streaks, and then nothing. The scene pans out back to the giant carrier -- Kei sits on her knees, her face pressed against the window. In the distance stands the red and black mecha, it's bat over it's shoulder against the backdrop of the explosion. The scene turns monochrome -- and "fin" appears in the lower right corner. --- ?: < A balding Japanese man wearing circular, wire-rimmed coke-bottle glasses looked up from the folder of drawings in his hands to the man in front of him. A lanky man in his early twenties, wearing thin rectangular glasses with sharp corners over navy blue eyes. His frizzy hair shot into the air in sharp spikes, and he wore simply blue jeans, sneakers, and an open silk shirt with a green and tan crosshatch pattern over a white shirt. EDITOR: < Mel offered a bow to the man, who stood and bowed in return. MEL: Arigatou, gozaimasu. < Offering a friendly wave, Mel exited, but not before stopping by the cute secretary's desk to recieve a modestly-sized check for a month's work. --- Over the passage of time, fourteen thousand years in the making, Melvin Umino has been turned from a man who did great things into a man who dreams of doing great things. A prominent mangaka living in Shinjuku, Tokyo, he now makes a relatively above-average living drawing the popular "super robot" manga Ikuze! Buster Robo. A sharp beam of light pierces the darkness of a small room, as Mel returns to his small apartment in Shinjuku. It is nothing more than a bed, a computer, the door to the adjoining bathroom, an artist's desk, and a shelf of collectibles -- some characters and robots from his own creations, most of them not. He is a utilitarian man who prefers confined, cozy spaces, and spending time alone with himself. Seating himself on the bed, he leans over and flops onto his side, tossing his boxy black hat, reminiscent of Johnny Reb military hats or Luftwaffe officer caps, onto the top of the computer monitor. MEL: < He isn't mistaken. In a few minutes, he dims the lights, and offers a goodnight to several of the figurines on his shelf before falling asleep. MEL: < |
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