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Post by Dr. Akashido on Nov 7, 2010 22:01:14 GMT -5
It was another week of wreckage and wildness. Monsters were flying through everything. Buildings were falling down, left and right. Who knows what chaos this week will bring? One thing is for sure, is if the "wind" is right... MONSTERS FIGHT! Deadline - Saturday November 11th at 11:59:59 pm eastern time zone.
(Random Encounter)
Ekhornkin vs Mystery Monster 21XX
(You-Attacked-The-Wrong-Monster-You-Idiots Mission)
The Loser Rangers vs. Udyr, The Animal Spirit
(Unpaid Speeding Tickets Encounter)
Brian Thorn vs. Mebbles*subject to change |
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Post by Dr. Akashido on Nov 14, 2010 2:33:48 GMT -5
“Oh my god, what the hell is this!”
The news helicopter goes into a whirlwind momentarily, caught within a shock wave nearby.
“We are losing control! Mayday Mayday! No! Wait! We have stabilized the bird!”
The chopper wiggles back into proper shape, grazing its feet against a sky scraper.
“What are up with these shock waves? They happened last week, about this time, and the week prior...”
Suddenly, a giant cloud of flying fur catches the attention of the news reporter in the helicopter.
“We have another monster fight near Tokyo Tower. We are too far away to really tell if it's friend or foe. There is a lot of fur though...”
The craft streamlines it towards the encounter, cameras rolling.
“Wow!” screams the reporter. “The Wombat of Doom is really wishing he didn't come out of his burrow today!”
Upon closer inspection, the fur cloud appears to be two mammal monstrosities in melee. Well, not quite. More like one beating the ever-loving hell out of the other. A crazed bucktoothed beast shrieks a hateful message to his enemy on the bottom of the pile, and then continues with hard-hitting kicks and claws.
“We've named this wombat-like monster the Wombat of Doom quite a few weeks ago, when it stepped in front of Brian Thorn's mech,” the reporter explains. “But it certainly doesn't look too vicious or mean now. This other monster is angry as hell and trying to get himself another fur coat!”
As the anger-filled monster steps away from the Wombat, a long fluffy tail wafts into the sky.
“A squirrel? The Wombat of Doom is being whipped by... a squirrel?”
The fluffy destruction machine goes back into beating up his victim, lashing out and lifting the wombat into the air. He screams charging up a bolt of lightning energy, and sends a thunderous kick against his foe, sending him crashing through a few nearby buildings.
“Ah! That must have hurt!”
The squirrel isn't finished. He uses those super-strong hind legs and propels himself miles over the city. He floats in the air for a moment, charges up again like a rain cloud, and fires a series of ill-intended lightning bolts back to his fallen foe.
“Whoa, now! Some of those almost hit us!”
The electric burrower comes back to earth, huffing and puffing. It marches over to his incapacitated enemy and inspects the damage.
“I wouldn't be surprised if our poor Wombat of Doom is The Wombat of Dead...”
Somehow, the Wombat of Doom is breathing, but not by much. The squirrel looks on, satisfied with the punishment, but, for finishing touches, he grabs his poor furry cousin by the scruff of his neck and tosses his limp body into the ocean.
“That surely was a conclusive beating,” the reporter adds. “I don't know what Wombat did, maybe try to crawl into the squirrel's nest or steal some of his nuts, but he got on his bad side quick! That might be the last we see of The Wombat of Doom, but I wouldn't bet on it. With all these strange weather patterns and shock waves, I expect the Wombat of Doom to make a recovery.”
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” the blue leg of a giant robot screams, mid-stride.
“What?” the yellow arm asks, looking down.
“Hold on a sec, already,” it replies. “I have to pee, really bad!”
“It can't wait?” the red torso and head blurts, stepping in.
“No, not really. I drank too much coffee before we left,” blue ranger answers.
“I thought too much coffee makes you poop?” pink ranger butts in. “Or at least, that's what I've heard. I wouldn't know anything about poop. I am a lady.”
“Sure,” Red replies, looking over sarcastically. “Whatever you say.”
“It's true! Yellow can tell you!” Pink argues. “We don't poop!”
“I'm a boy!” Yellow shouts back.
“Heyyyyy!” Blue interrupts. “I still need to pee! Unlock my hatch or we are going to spring a leak!”
“Ewwwwwww!” Pink shrieks, as the hatch snaps open.
A teenaged blue ranger darts out of his module mech, holding his crotch, and rushes towards the nearest bit of wooded privacy. As he relieves himself, another being is less than thrilled with his bodily functions. Udyr, The Animal Spirit, springs into action, upset with the ranger for peeing in his home.
“Get back here, Blue!” Yellow shouts from within her arm mech.
“I'm not done yet!” he replies, popping his head from the shrubbery.
“What's taking you so long?” Red asks, demanding an answer.
“Coffee makes you poop, too, I guess!” Blue replies, straining to look normal.
“Told you!” Pink chimes in.
“Enough!” Red shouts. “Pinch it off, Blue, and get back here. You pissed OFF something in those woods and I, for one, do not want to go back to Captain Schmuck in defeat... again...”
“Oh, whatever,” Yellow speaks up. “He's already mad we wasted all this time cracking lame poop jokes!”
“Okay, guys, I'm done,” Blue answers, lifting his pants. “That was one big...”
“CRAPPP!” Red shouts, as Udyr breaks through the forest area in to the street. “Get over here quick, Blue!”
Udyr comes out charging, aiming to land a mean shoulder block into the Loser Mech, but The Loser Rangers drag their gimped leg in the way enough to trip the enormous animal shaman.
“Hey! How am I supposed to get in, if you are moving away?” Blue asks, running towards his team.
Udyr stumbles and slides into a building.
“Get over here and stop being stupid!” Pink speaks.
“I'm coming!”
Udyr gets up, and charges again, phased very little by his little stumble.
“Oh, hell...” Red mutters.
Suddenly, Yellow takes her arm mech and lefts their limp blue leg and tosses against the skull of the beast-man.
“Go, yellow!” Red cheers.
“Yeah, I know, I am awesome,” Yellow replies. “Gotta' do something. Blue won't get in his mech.”
“I AM TRYING!”
“Somebody just go get him,” Pink reasons. “Or he'll just cry the whole time.”
“Yellow, please get the baby,” Red commands.
Udyr pops back up to his feet, piping hot with frustration, and tries to land a wide-swinging heymaker but the Loser Mech ducks out of the way, albeit accidentally.
“Come on, baby Blues,” Yellow says, leaning over and putting the human ranger into the foot of the Loser Mech. “Okay! Back to business!”
The Mech, in full form, springs back, tossing the animal spirit with a back body drop back into the wooded area. The ground shakes.
“D-D-Did... we win?” Pink asks.
“Close enough for me,” Yellow answers.
“Good call,” Red confirms, as they begin to retreat.
Blue cheers in victory.
*Systems launch. Good luck, Brian Thorn*
Tokyo's protector, Brian Thorn, springs off his military base in his shiny metal contraption, and attempts to lock onto his target.
“I have a lock-on,” he says. “But, damn, is it fast.”
He advances into the city, and begins to contemplate a plan.
“There is just no way I am going to be able to catch it,” he explains out loud. “So I need something of a trap to set for it. I need something to neutralize his agility. This looks good.”
Thorn finds a decent strip of street and removes some of his shoulder-mounted missile pods and rigs them like turrets on top of a few buildings.
“He's not the confrontational type,” he continues. “So I might be able to chase him through these missile turrets. I hope that'll be enough.”
He recalibrates his targeting system, and begins his pursuit.
“Okay, Mebbles,” Thorn mutters, popping out of an alley way and darting at the speeding lizard. “Go to your home! I mean, missiles! My missiles are your home, so go to them!”
Mebbles notices his pursuer, and freaks out.
“What now?” he cries, winding quickly around corners and turns.
“Yeah, that's right,” Thorn says. “Go... right... NOW FIRE!”
Brian presses a remote trigger and his missile pods open up and begin to rain down immobilizing pain onto Mebbles. Mebbles is tossed and turned violently, and, after the dust settles, is in a complete daze with his eyes crossed.
“W-W-What's going on?” Mebbles asks, as the robot protector walks near.
“Here, this is yours,” Thorn answers, handing him a slip of paper. Mebbles takes it, reluctantly. “You have been served.”
FAST FORWARD:
Ekhornkin (squirrel beast) laid a mighty beat down on The Wombat of Doom
Somehow, The Loser Rangers scored a win over Udyr.
Brian Thorn pulled over Mebbles and gave him a stiff what-for.
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