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Post by Dr. Akashido on Sept 30, 2012 22:33:58 GMT -5
The lines were drawn in the skyscrapers. Sides were made and war was imminent. Megapwn had brainwashed the world's military might to fight for his cause against the heroic monsters, and he even enlisted the powers of legendary black dragon Draco. Everything would have fallen right into his hand too, if it wasn't for heroes like SatelLight, Citius, and The Mighty Mjaeder! They weren't able to destroy the tyrannical juggernaut for good, but they removed the mind-control device and restored the free-will back to the planet of Alternae. Now we hope this is a time for celebration! Three cheers for our new heroes! Hip hip hooray! "Season 3: Episode 5: A Period of Peace?" Deadline is October 6th at 11:59:59pm EST (midnight)
(who is who?)
Nyarlath vs Blue Mantis
(heroes that train together beat megapwn together)
Citius vs SatelLight
(a special speech from the savior)
The Mighty Mjaeder! (maybe with Bob)(card always subject to change) |
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Post by Dr. Akashido on Oct 7, 2012 21:45:19 GMT -5
(at an alternate-universe future Little Caesar's...)
“Boy, what a rough week,” Blue Mantis exhales, dropping himself and large pepperoni pie on a booth table, pushing towards the rear of the world-famous, and possibly best in the multi-verse, Italian restaurant. “But, I gotta' say, the bruises are worth it. Megapwn has been defeated and Alternae can relax, even if for a little while. We heroes have captured the mind-control device. It's under Mjaeder's protection, but the people of planet are also looking into it, for scientific purposes. In fact, I was told that plan was my idea. Frankly, I don't remember that, but I was flung into that building awfully hard by Draco. I could be suffering from some short-term memory loss. I am just glad I could help and do the right thing, for this people of this planet and for science.”
“Excuse me,” a stranger says, approaching the side of the table. “Is this seat taken? I couldn't help but overhear you. In fact, I am SatelLight.”
“-You're what?”
“Well, no, I am not SatelLight, per se,” the stranger corrects, taking a seat and a slice on the other side of the table. “I am his controller. And, no, not really the remote controller device either, but I am person who controls the remote controller device. I, ugh, what I am trying to say is that I control SatelLight.”
“Well why didn't you say that the first time?” Mantis jokes, poking a piece of pizza crust at his reunited hero friend. “In case you couldn't tell, I am Blue-”
“Mantis. Yeah, I could tell.” SatelLight's controller interupts. “You do pretty much where that blue suit everywhere – every day. I mean, do you have different clothes?”
“-Different what?”
“Was afraid of that,” SatelLight continues. “Anyway, I'm glad I ran into you. I wanted to thank you for talking Mjaeder out of smashing that device that was inside Megapwn. At you know, I am a man of robotics, science, and technology. That device holds great power. Megapwn used it for evil, but with some research we could unlock a new age of innovation for this world. If you didn't stop our champion, we would have lost that forever. So, thanks.”
“You're welcome, friend,” Mantis replies, half-blushing half-smearing pizza sauce on his cheeks. “But I was just thinking a second ago that I don't remember talking Mjaeder out of that. The last thing I remember is being in a fight with that massive black dragon. I came to on the streets and the newspapers and television shows wanted to talk to me and the champ. Until it was explained to me, I had no idea why.”
“Maybe it was because it wasn't your idea.”
“Excuse me?” Blue Mantis quickly snaps back, nearly spitting out a bit of cheese.
“Maybe it wasn't your idea to preserve the device. Maybe it was someone or something else,” SatelLight goes on to explain. “Maybe someone or something else thought the device would be better in the foolish hands of mortal men. Maybe then, that someone or something could pose as an ally, infiltrate through their ranks, and finally ascertain that device for his own desires, because what threat is man but blood-filled insects?”
“That's sick!” Mantis blurts. “Who are you?”
“I told you, I control Citius,” SatelLight's controller answers.
“Citius doesn't have a controller! He's sentient! Who are you really?”
“Whatever. Who, or rather what, I am really doesn't matter,” SatelLight's controller speaks, growing creepier with every word. “Maybe I am, or were, you, Blue Mantis. Maybe I plan to becoming you again.”
“Nyarlath, you fiend!” Mantis shouts, popping up from the table. “You're lucky this wonderful pizza has masked our demonic stench for this long, but make no mistake, I can see through your farce now! Show your real self!”
“If you want to fight, I'll gladly break every bone in your body,” Nyarlath snarls back. His human features begin to slowly distort into a red, fiery, demon. “But even in this form, I cannot show you my real self. I'll need your precious device for that.”
Just then, in a flash of fire and smoke, Blue Mantis is ejected from the pizza parlor. He tumbles freely through the air, as a single slice follows him not too far behind. He travels over the building tops until he reaches the grasp of the demon of terror. He catches him mid-air, having teleported from the restaurant first, and with his strong, red, claw around his throat, he begins to strip the hero.
“Don't get the wrong idea, Mantis, but I know you only have this one suit,” Nyarlath howls, ripping Mantis' blue mantle off, piece by piece. “Plus, I can't have a hero tell Mjaeder and the bunch what you know now. I'll let a rambling insane person do that, but not a hero. They won't believe a ranting crazy person. But don't worry, I'll put this old stinky thing to good use.”
Then, after his monologue, Nyarlath drives the tighty-whitey Mantis downward through the roof of a building below.
“Perhaps I should have killed him,” Nyarlath wonders, out-loud to himself. “But I guess there is always time for that later.”
(on the newly constructed military training center...)
“Go, SatelLight! Push harder!” Citius cheers. His blocky, stone, face changes slightly to a rocky megaphone.
SatelLight's real controller, Blake, cranks on the controls, pushing the gears and wires of his robot. SatelLight, positioned on the bottom of a steep hill, puts his electric tentacles to an enormous stone boulder that would like nothing more than to be at the bottom. He tries as hard as he can, but the boulder's weight is just too intense. The rock slips out of his grip and rolls over the poor bot.
“That's okay!” Citius says, trying to keep the morale high. “Let's move on to this!”
The scene flashes to SatelLight standing in a dusty circle, dodging giant swinging logs on ropes.
“Okay, just stay calm and focused.” Citius assists, noticing Blake's nervousness. “You can do this!”
The logs begin to swing about from every direction. Blake controls SatelLight to dodge the first few logs, but then one hits him. It knocks him off balance, allowing the next and the next and then the next one to hit him until he is pushed out of the circle.
“We almost had it,” Citius says. “But maybe we should kick it up a notch. Think fast!”
Just then Citius flicks a tiny pebble at Blake. To Blake, this tiny pebble is the size of a softball. It hits him in the stomach, catching him totally off-guard. His wind is knocked out of him and he falls to the ground.
“Oh, crap. Sorry about that,” Citius laughs. “Okay, I guess we have a lot more work to do.”
(at city hall, with all the world watching...)
“Thank you all for joining us on this alternate-universe Leif Erickson Day, here at city hall,” The Mighty Mjaeder states, reading from behind a podium. “But we're not here to wholly celebrate land discovery or the widely-assumed discovery. I mean, I'm not here to bash alternate-universe Christopher Columbus too much, but we all know the mighty might of my viking brothers did it all ages before little Christopher's balls even dropped.”
The pleasant crowd pops in cheers.
“Yes, today isn't necessarily about that,” the champion of heroes continues. “Today is about peace all over this mighty world!”
Banners dedicated to the heroes wave in the bright sunny sky.
“Megapwn came to this world looking for slaves and food,” Mjaeder says, reading off a few notes. “But we would not have it! Even despite his plans to mind controlling to his advantage, we united our mighty forces and sent that foul creature back to depths from where he came from!”
Again the crowd ignites in cheers.
“But I couldn't have done it without my allies!” the viking champion declares, pointing at the group of monsters and robots, of various sizes, just off stage. “First, there is Citius. He is the backbone of this city, or maybe the tibia. I don't quite know what part of the city he is, but he is actually made of the buildings and streets around us. You all course through his veins, and I've found him a reliable defender of this world since day one. Then there is SatelLight and Blake. SatelLight was a bit rogue at first, but once Blake was able to speak some wisdom to him, his strength was giant asset in taking down Megapwn. And Bob, the frost giant – don't push it, buddy. But finally, we come to Blue Mantis!”
The audience dies down a bit, not sure why they should praise this loser in a blue suit so much.
“Not much can defeat a viking's mighty might, my friends, if anything at all, but might along doesn't make you a hero. You see, we may have the collective force to defeat the juggernaut Megapwn together, but it was Blue Mantis' smarts alone that is putting the best interests of this planet forward. Yes, even in the heat of battle, Blue Mantis' mind was on the move. Maybe his fists and supernatural powers weren't much of an addition to our fights, but his brain power eclipses that. Someone with that sort of smarts is what this band of heroes – and this world – needs! So, without further ado, the mightiest mind around – Blue Mantis!”
A man in a rubber blue suit walks on stage. He shakes the champion's hand and takes up a spot next to him behind the podium.
“Thank you for the introduction, my friend,” Blue Mantis says, starting off. He pauses for a moment and clears his throat. “Megapwn possessed a device that he locked into his mechanical chest. It had the power to take control of organic lifeforms without radioactive or supernatural alteration. He found this device somewhere, along his wars throughout the cosmos, and he brought it here to instantly turn this planet into his personal army. Luckily, my heroic friends here made sure that never happened. Megapwn was driven off. He knows now this is not a planet he can push around. This one fights back and hard, but the fact remains. What should we do with the mind-control device we stripped him of?”
The audience murmurs a split decision. At least a good portion of them side with Mjaeder's original feelings with smashing it.
“Imagine it,” Mantis continues. “This device has some sort of influence over organic lifeforms, maybe as deep as the carbon that act as fundamental building blocks. Megapwn used it for his evil needs, but we can break down this technology for good. We can get our brightest and best scientists on the job to understand how this works and we can focus on discovering new grounds on health and science through it. We could even imagine it curing all diseases or possibly extending the human life expectancy longer than we could ever imagine. The only way to find out is to analyze this alien technology and use it here, for us.”
Blue Mantis' hopeful words begin to lift up the spirits of previous skeptics.
“So, today, I am happy to announce that I will be spearheading this project, with Mjaeder's blessing, of course.”
Blue Mantis looks over to The Mighty Mjaeder, who appears somewhat shocked.
“I had no idea you were doing this,” the viking replies. “But I'll support this mighty planet in any way I can! Yes, Blue Mantis, take control of this project!”
The two heroes shake again and hug, as the pair of them pose of pictures. Something deep inside the blue suit cackles, something evil. It goes undetected, all for a devilish grin that spreads from ear to ear.
“This is almost too easy,” Nyarlath laughs, hiding behind his Blue Mantis costume.
“What was that, friend?” the champion quickly asks to clarify. The buzzing of the crowds and cameras can drown out a lot of sound.
“You, Mjaeder. You make being a hero look easy.”
“Bah! We're all heroes in our own ways! Now let's go and celebrate with some ale and fresh meat!”
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