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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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| What the hell is a 4Chan?
HOLY SHIT BIG O IS FUCKING AWESOME (edited by Tripcode Mel on 09-29-06 12:26 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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| There was a dull thump and a rush of wind that suddenly blew through the entire arena, as Rawk Hawk's boots impacted with Mel's crossed hands.
The costumed chicken hovered in midair for several moments, before dropping slightly. Mel took hold of Rawk Hawk's ankles through his boots, and his Power Gloves Mk. III glowed a bright green momentarily before he brought Rawk Hawk into a spin, transferring downward motion into horizontal and using his centrifugal force to propel the two around each other in a whirling circle. MEL: Kirby! Catch! And with a crack, Mel stopped dead in the middle of the spin, launching one very large chicken man towards the other fighter. |
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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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| KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
It was almost three in the morning when loud banging on his door roused the mangaka from his slumber. Mel shuffled over to the door in only an A-shirt and boxers. Pressing his face to the eyelet, he spied a smiling, female police officer holding a clipboard, who waved at him through the eyelet. From outside, the girl could hear the deadbolt click, and the door opened. Mel offered a tired bow as he rubbed his eyes. MEL: Sou.. < FEMALE OFFICER: < MEL: < He had taken only a step outside before two male police officers had grabbed him by the arms. FEMALE OFFICER: < Mel looked to the left, and to the right, and the two men holding him. MEL: < |
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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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| It was that as the Japanese mangaka, Umino Melvin, sat alone in the cabin of a single-engine airplane flying over the Pacific in his underwear, that it began to dawn on him that he was in fact not heading "downtown." | |||
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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: As a matter of fact, there is. Return to Floor 60 on Building C with JDavis, and look after the Q-Part stored there. There isn't the slightest doubt as to if that's where he's headed.
--- MEL: Melvin Beam! SMITHY: Iku ze! Melvin Beam! Still at opposite ends of the street -- the two Melvin Robos, Melvin Robo and Melvin Robo G, fired twin purple beams from their eyes, which crashed to a halt in the middle of the street, the sudden shockwave shattering the glass of buildings in the street. This was no long, drawn out Dragon Ball Z laser beam struggle -- within moments, the Melvin Robo G's beam split through the other purple beam down the middle -- and impaled the Melvin Robo right through the chest, barely avoiding impacting the Getter Reactor inside. SMITHY: H... holy shit--! But nonetheless, the Getter Reactor, and the entire robot, had been disabled. The Melvin Robo listlessly dropped to it's knees, then collapsed forward onto it's face. Moments later, the Melvin Robo G sent a heavy foot down onto the back of the mecha's head, flattening it into the ground. MEL: Open Get! The Melvin Robo G split into three parts, all of which quickly transformed back into their component Get-Machines, which boosted off towards the three M-Tek Buildings at the center of the city, even through support fire laid down by units of the JSDF which were finally arriving at the scene. --- Booster begins pushing Snipes towards the elevator. BOOSTER: He's coming! Go, go! Double, JD, you two go with him! |
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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: Getter Homing Missile!
All three Get-Machines split only moments after the Melvin Robo G had performed Open Get. The three planes moved independently of one another, branching off as they traveled towards Building B. Out of the undersides of each Get-Machine dropped a pair of rounded cylinders that fell harmlessly for several seconds as the Get-Machines and the ZIG following them passed by, then lit up as their boosters engaged and proceeded to pursue the ZIG and it's pods. |
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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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| It was 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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| Off the top of my head?
FAP! Repeatedly press the D-Pad's up and down buttons alternately. You can see where I'm going with this. POOP! Use the left and right D-Pad buttons to position a man crouched over a woman's stomach as a turd wiggles out of his butt. |
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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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| Carpetboarding. That is, removing the trucks and wheels from a skateboard and proceed to ride it down some stairs. | |||
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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 the JDavis Robo and numerous clones of Snipes chatted, nobody seemed to notice a large red object outside the window steadily growing larger.
In the elevator outside, Double and Iris stood in the car as it clambered up towards the 60th floor of Building C. The car stopped, there was the resounding "bing-boong" -- And then Double planted a hand on Iris' head and pushed her to the ground, just in time for the red Get-Machine to clip off the entire top half of the elevator. Moments later, Iris slowly raised up her head, her beret askew. IRIS: Mou... Y-you can get off of me now, Double-kun.. ._. -- As the Get-Machine pierced the window, out it's open front cockpit dove Mel, who action rolled on the floor and skidded to a stop on his feet. Standing, he nonchalantly walked to the broken cylinder of laboratory safety glass in front of him, and plucked the Q-Part from where it sat. From under one arm he brought out the three other stolen Q-Parts, assembled to form half of a five-sided star. He set the new addition to his collection next to the other three Q-Parts, and it clicked softly into place, it's blue glow synchronizing with that of the other three. He did not even seem to notice, nor care, about the collection of Snipes standing around him. |
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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: And what are /we/ supposed to do? ._.
SMITHY: Guys? MEL: ? Smithy could be seen with the lower half of his body sticking out from the vent hole. SMITHY: The, uh... the vent's clogged. |
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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 suddenly skidded to a halt directly halfway between Kirby and Macho Grubba, one hand pointed to the mat and the other to the sky at directly the opposite angle, in an extravagant pose.
MEL: Heaven or Hell! With a loud crash, Smithy fell from a vent grating in the rafters, landing directly on his face and leaving an indentation in the ring beneath him. He flipped over onto his feet, and thrust an arm out, his palm facing to the ring. SMITHY: Duuuuel 1! Both man and reploid pointed fingers to the sky, as a bell belled twice in the background. MEL & SMITHY: Let's ROCK! |
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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 does not budge, as he reaches into his pockets and slips the Power Gloves Mk. III onto his bands. With only a split second to spare, one leg bends at the other slips forward, and he snaps both arms into place, a sudden crack issuing as a powerful reiatsu surrounds him in a green glow, the fissure coming towards him literally diverting into two smaller fissures to travel around him. | |||
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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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| Loud heavy metal music starts blaring, as Smithy pops his head out from the hole in the roof, a hairline fracture running through his head armor.
SMITHY: How's that? He gives a thumbs up, before realizing that the fight has already ended. SMITHY: O.. oh. ._. |
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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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| It was in a regal-looking throne room, replete with trumpets, flags, painted portraits, and all sorts of gold stuff, that a man in a business suit with small rectangular sunglasses and a crown sitting at a rakish angle on his head sat with legs draped over the arm of a throne, was approached by a Gim robot, stumbling oddly along the red carpet.
EDGAR: Hey, sweetness. What's up? Edgar made handguns out of his fingers and pointed them at the Gim with a wink. GIM: I ha- Um... *Cough.* The Gim spoke in an unnaturally sounding, slightly shaky deep voice. GIM: I have a question about Danielle Zeal. EDGAR: You mean... You're not the massage therapist? He mock pouted. EDGAR: Shoot. GIM: Why did we capture her? Edgar stretched his arms and legs out wide over the arms of the throne and grinned stupidly. EDGAR: Didn't I tell you guys at the meeting? It's all part of the master plan. The one where we pilfer the Legendary Treasure and use it to crush the world in our iron grip? GIM: Right! T-that master plan. Now I remember. EDGAR: You should get your memory circuits checked out if you're forgetting important stuff like that. Have them look at your voice module, too. It's gettin'... shaky. |
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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: Seriously. You and your bandanna, Kirb. You're always dragging us into shit! | |||
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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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| A steel cylinder dropped out of Mel's sleeve into his hand. He took hold of it, and a solid green beam burst forth. He swung his arm up and to the side, merely pushing JDavis' energy blade aside, basically deflecting the blow.
Settling his arm to one side, his own energy blade still ignited, the Q-Parts assembled under his arm began to beat softly. MEL: These Q-Parts tell me you have the last of their brethren. The Q-Part settled inside JDavis' pocket began to resonate and beat faintly in the exact same way, pulsing a soft blue in tune with it's four identical copies under Mel's arm. MEL: I won't ask you more than once to give it 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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| And now, for something completely different.
EDGAR: Beldam. Baby. Look at the big picture. Edgar outstretched his hands like a photographer, the pointer and thumb of each of his hands forming a picture frame. He paused for a moment, then looked to Beldam. EDGAR: Are you lookin' at the big picture? Beldam stepped up to Edgar, who stood at the edge of the raised platform his throne was on. She craned her neck and stood on tiptoe to look between his outstretched hands. EDGAR: You see what I see? BELDAM: ? EDGAR: I see Kirbynite. Why is Kirbynite still in my big picture? BELDAM: Oho. Kirbynite and his companions have proven themselves to be more resilient than we originally thought. Edgar: You do understand that we X-Nauts must open the door first, do you not? EDGAR: You're killin' me here, you know that? The X-Nauts have to be the first ones to open that door, no excuses. BELDAM: Mwee hee hee... Rest assured of their demise. We have prepared a weapon that will bring their group to a quick, untimely end, leaving the broken remains for us to clean up. Edgar adjusted his glasses and grinned. BELDAM: Don't you worry about blank. Let me worry about blank. Mwee hee hee hee! EDGAR: Now you're speakin' my language! |
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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: What are you so whiny about? Swinubs can learn Blizzard. <_>
SMITHY: And Hyper Beam and Toxic if you have the right Technical Machine! MEL: Yeah. You guys should be kicking ass. |
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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 Megaman.EXE exited a data transfer stream, he passed a set of strangely unguarded gates to stumble upon a circular room about three stories tall, and with only one exit, the one he had just came in through. And at it's center was a massive black tower with glowing red lines running up it - obviously, the main autopilot algorithms.
It was as the Navi was looking over the massive structure that contained the sensitive autopilot code, that a circular blast of wind nearly swept him off his feet. He squinted his eyes through the wind to see a figure drop from the highest level to the ground. A skinny, tall Navi wearing a green and white jumpsuit, with green goggles on his forehead, brown hair that angled in spikes pointing to the back of his head, and most notably - a pair of giant white wings floating around his wrists, stood to his feet to confront Megaman.EXE, clapping slowly. SCHNEIDER.EXE: So you've found the main autopilot algorithms. Bravo. The twin rings around his wrists began to spin at an impressive speed, glowing a bright green color as theyir speed increased. Schneider.EXE stepped into a fighting stance, both fists put up on guard. SCHNEIDER.EXE: But you won't be leaving, so we'll cut to the chase. Prepare yourself! |
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