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Post by Dr. Akashido on Oct 15, 2012 13:53:59 GMT -5
Advancements and discoveries have been made, researching the mind-control device once owned my Megapwn. The King of the Monsters, The Mighty Mjaeder! and the leader of this scientific project, Blue Mantis, have been working tirelessly on unlocking this alien puzzle, but there have been some set-backs as well. A crazed man in nothing but underpants and a newspaper cape has interrupted progress, claiming there is a demon in the ranks of the heroes. In other places of the city, villains are popping up like wildflowers, giving headaches for other heroes like SatelLight and Citius. Will it be too much for the defenders of Alternae to handle? Stay tuned to find out! "Season 3: Episode 7: Inner Demons" Deadline is October 20th at 11:59:59pm EST (midnight)
(growing opposition)
Citius and SatelLight vs BlunderBus and 
(and bubbling suspicion!)
The Mighty Mjaeder! vs "Blue Mantis" vs naked crazy person (card always subject to change) |
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Post by Dr. Akashido on Oct 21, 2012 19:48:54 GMT -5
(racing around the city...)
“Get gotta' stop them, SatelLight! You get that side!”
Giant building golem, Citius, stomps about, running through the vacated streets of an otherwise metropolitan cityscape. He's tracking the movement of a pair of unsavory characters, sprinting around the streets, causing damage and disruption. BlunderBus, the possessed school bus, careens about, honking and burning rubber. He begins to tear up street lights and fire hydrants with his metal grill teeth. He is joined by a new face to the city-smashing scene. Trouncing buildings with BlunderBus is a humanoid-looking eyeball monster, with each part of his body constructed of the gross little orbs. A giant eye ball rests on his shoulder like a cycloptic head.
“Roger, that!” Blake shouts, echoing his voice through the speaker system in SatelLight's body.
SatelLight maneuvers around, quite possibly being the fastest of the four, and blocks the path of the eye ball monster.
“Eye see what you did there, robot!” it shrieks through a spiky mouth full of peepers. “Eye think that's a bad plan though!”
It charges forward, landing a series of elbows and punches. SatelLight, as fast and nimble as he is, tries to evade the onslaught, planning out a counter, but this eye monster just seems to have the fight mapped out.
“Eye see everything you are going to do, robot!” it continues, piling up the melee damage on SatelLight.
SatelLight pulls back, spaces out, and extends his electric whip appendages. He flicks them forward, at sound-shattering speeds, but again the eye creature someone lumbers through the devastating attack.
“I thought I told you, eye see it coming, miles away!”
The eye monster closes in, this time propelling SatelLight with an brutal uppercut. As SatelLight flies through the air, he adds to the damage by firing an eyeball laser from his center eye. The robot falls haphazardly into a pair of buildings that nearly explode under him.
“SatelLight!” Blake exclaims, shouting into his control pad. “We have to figure out a way to outsmart monster! ...But how? It seems like it almost has some sort of telepathy!”
Blake turns to see if he can get any assistance from Citius, but he's too busy wrestling with the evil school bus. At the moment he looks over, the bus roars up forward, rolling up the front of Citius. As BlunderBus tries to gnaw Citius' face off, Citius responds with over-handed punches down on the hood.
“Will you never quit!” Citius shouts, as he flings the beast bus back. He readies up his Tesla coil as BlunderBus recovers and roars forward.
By this time, the eye monster fires another laser folly into SatelLight's prone position. Despite the extra damage, Blake has an epiphany of sorts.
“He doesn't even realize I am controlling him,” Blake murmurs, unlocking auxiliary switches on the control device. “He doesn't have to predict SatelLight's attacks... just my orders!”
Just then, he commands SatelLight to release all his defense smoke canisters. A think blanket of fog quickly covers the battlefield, rendering everyone's vision virtually useless, except of Blake's, who is controlling this mechanized weapon from a great distance away. He can still make out the outline of the eye monster's silhouette.
“Try to see this one coming!” Blake shouts, exhausting his laser batteries in one shot.
Luckily, that one condensed laser is all SatelLight needed. It hits the eye ball monster directly, and sends it toppling to the ground.
“Ow, that smarts! Eye feel that a great deal!” it howls, rubbing it's chest area. “Eye had enough of this. Eye am getting outta' here!”
As the eye monster flees from battle, SatelLight rushes over to assist Citius. BlunderBus roars up like a mad bull and begins to jet forward, but SatelLight is there to take a quick slice at his back tires. This deteriorates most, if not all, of his momentum forward, leaving Citius the pleasure of blasting the sitting duck with his Tesla coil.
Accumulating quite a bit of damage himself, Blunderbus also notices he is now alone in his mischievous pursuits, and opts to fright another day. He shamefully wobbles away on his two flat rear tires, as the heroes celebrate a small victory.
(working 'til the wee hours in the research facility...)
“Have you come up with any new discoveries, analyzing Megapwn's brain-control weapon?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Well, then tell me, my friend,” The Mighty Mjaeder states, coming towards a lab coated Blue Mantis, his research partner. “What has that mighty mind of yours figured out?”
“It's a carbon molecule modulator,” Blue Mantis answers bluntly. “It cruder terms, it uses high-frequency radioactive waves to accelerate or activate carbon, or rather carbon in things.”
“That's still quite a bit to take in.”
“Organic lifeforms are made of microscopic building blocks. The element of carbon is quite possibly one of the more substantial of the lot. It's essentially the brick of the element world. You wouldn't call four walls of bricks a home, nor would you call a sofa, a bed, and a refrigerator on a lot of land, weathering the harshness of the wilderness neither. So it's to safe to say it's large, essential, piece to the puzzle of living organisms, and this device smashes it all wide open. It uses a dangerous amount of concentrated high-frequency radiation to activate or command these molecules.”
“But what does that all mean?”
“This device can create, destroy, manipulate, or command just about everything in the universe. This technology can give it's owner the power to play god, and no one would be the wiser, because your suggestion or control over something would be down to their very essence. The affliction runs so deep, you'd have to assume your own actions were your own. It's just like when Megapwn controlled the people of Alternae against us. They understood what they were doing for the most part. They were just tricked at the very smallest, rudimentary, level physically possible.”
“Wow, that's powerfully mighty, my friend!” Mjaeder exclaims. “But maybe too powerfully mighty. Maybe we should have smashed this thing we few weeks ago, when we can Megapwn reeling in defeat. Alternae, or any mighty world, deserves great advancement, but this is too far. This is forbidden technology. Now, let's go. Let's tell the world of our findings and plans to dispose of it.”
“No! It's too late for that!” barks back Blue Mantis. “I've come to far to let this fall through my fingers. I've waited too long for this to pass me by. I've been patient, quite, for too long now-”
“Mantis, my friend, what in the name Hemlar's hookspear are you talking about?”
“--YOU!” Mantis shrieks back. “I've stood beside YOU for long enough, listening to YOUR delusional ramblings about this stupid world. I've withstood YOUR ridiculous dialect long enough! YOUR time of influence around here is over! Welcome to THE AGE OF TERROR!”
Blue Mantis suddenly shreds both his blue costume and lab coat off, revealing hellish red scales underneath.
“Why didn't I take that crazy man's words to heart?” Mjaeder humbly asks, out loud. “Because he was right. Now, step away from that device, Nyarlath, you infernal wretch! Come and test yourself against the mightiest of mights!”
“Didn't I do that already?” the demon laughs back. “And I won. I pitted my... perfect... mind against you, and I won. I won access to this research lab. I won knowledge about this device. I won... your trust. You're just a brainless goon I manipulated... and I didn't even need the device to do it.”
“Fiend!” The Viking champion screams again, hoping the deceptive demon would take up the challenge. “You will pay for your crimes done to these people!”
“No, I won't, because I am leaving.... with the device. I'll be seeing you, Mja-”
Just then, a nearby window shatters. Valiantly flying through it, is none other that your run-of-the-mill nearly naked crazy person. But when he takes a quick moment to retrieve the last pieces of his torn costume off the floor and haphazardly place them over his face and body, he's as good as the original Blue Mantis, aside from some serious time with a sewing machine.
“You're going no where!” the real Blue Mantis shouts, the bottom chin part of his costume dangling and moving a little too awkwardly with his words. “We'll see to that device never leaving this place in one piece!”
“We'll see about that!” Nyarlath snarls back, reaching out and grabbing the mind control device.
“Not so quick!” Mjaeder says, butting in with a hammer strike to the demon's ribs.
Nyarlath is pushed back away from the research table, and the heroes quickly dart over to protect it. With their backs to the carbon modulator weapon, their only hope to save this world is to drive back the heinous demon. Nyarlath charges forward. The heroes ready a counter, but then, with a flash, Nyarlath is gone.
“Don't worry,” a demonic voice cackles from behind. The heroes quickly turn around. Nyarlath stands beside the research table with the weapon in his claw. “Everyone gets what they want. Blue Mantis gets his stupid cloths back. I get this new toy to play around with for a bit, and you, Mjaeder, will get the mightiest battle you've ever been in.” Nyarlath teleports out of sight one last time. “I'll be in touch.”
The heroes stand, speechless. They lost the carbon modulator to Nyarlath.
All hope is lost.
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