The Great Fanboy War
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Draegos
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onion_head
LMAO!!! (laugh emoticon) (laugh emoticon) (laugh emoticon)
That was hilarious!! "Miho loving necrophiles", hilarious! "Red-hot mom", hilarious! The mob of Yuki's, hilarious! That was great.
DG_Serendipity
Cute and funny, but its only been 2 comics since we last saw Yuki.
onion_head
DG_Serendipity, you're thinking of Kimiko. It's been nearly 20 strips since the last sighting of Yuki.
Marauder
Damn. That's a lot of strips.
Final Furyk
You dare mock the name of Miho >:( >:(!!
You shall burn in a thousand hells, rot in a thousand deserts, freeze in a thousand Maytag brand refrigirators, become lukewarm in a thousand living rooms, etc...
In conculsion, all of us Miho fans are offended by your attack on our Quake loving Miho. Miho could turn Yuki into some type of breakfast toaster strudel filled with cream cheese and blueberries and serve her with a glass of medium pulp Tropicana orange juice and some cold buttered toast and eat her for an unamed meal.
Tragic Bill
- Slams Gavel and adjusts glasses -
Alright, so there are those -COUGH- who would rather worship Yuki-Chan then The Glorious, Magnificent, Darkly Cute-Dead Chick Miho-Sama. Alright. - COUGH COUGH - Lets not start a Fan-War. Who knows, Yuki-Chan may dislike Largo, and remember the old saying, "The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend."
- Gavel again -
"Yeah, she'd make a GREAT sacrifice... WE DON'T HATE YUKI, REALLY!"
PRESIDENT TRAGIC BILL
onion_head
Screw them both! Up with Erika!
Piro
you people.... scare me....
^_^
nice one, Draegos, heh. Hey, i miss her too. :) Thats why i draw sketches of her from time to time (eyes a sketch of Yuki dressed as St. Tail in his sketchbook)
heh. ^_^
piro
Tragic Bill
- Glares Daggers at El Fomio -
STILL YOUR TONGUE INFIDEL!!!!!
- Glances around nervously at everyone staring at him, coughs discreetly into fist and starts cleaning glasses -
Um, as I was trying to say, let's not start a Fan-War.
Really. - grins stupidly -
Tragic Bill
- drops his glasses with a shatter onto the floor -
Piro is actually here? The ever-elusive Piro? Wow. Tragic Bill, President of the Miho-Fans at your service.
Phaedrus
Do not adjust your
browser! They are controlling
the h-t-t-p.
Extremism in
the defense of kawaii
is surely no vice.
But could you move that
big guerilla? He's blocking
out Sad Girl with Bear!
Meagen
Oh shit, this looks like it could get messy.
[Puts up a tent with a hastly-scribbled sign "Hospital And Refugee Camp - under the care of the Fangirls of Largo-sama' Manly Chest"]
[Puts on a nurse cap with Boo's drawing of Largo on it]
Anyone got a first-aid kit, just in case?
Meagen
badass_moogle
Good 'ol Draegos does it again ^_^
Ghost in the Machine
Hmmmm..... if I started a Yuki-cult, do you think I could use that to avoid paying taxes?
Or maybe a Miho-cult would be more fitting... hmm...
DietWaterCzar
*Sits in the Kimiko fan corner*
Hmmmm....
*leans over to the Miho-fan side*
Pssst!! Hey guys, I just heard the Yuki fanboys say that Miho liked checking out bodies at the morgue a little too much.
*leans over to the Yuki-fan side*
Pssst!! Hey guys, I just heard the Miho-fanboys say that if you typed ".jp Schoolgirl nasty bukake s3x0r" into a search engine, Yuki is the first result.
*watches the chaos*
It's so beautiful it brings a tear to my eye....
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by DietWaterCzar:
*watches the chaos*
It's so beautiful it brings a tear to my eye....
What is this... Tearing inside of me? I...
Maybe joining all three clubs wasn't such a good idea...
*falls into a catatonic inner struggle, and is trampled*
Final Furyk
quote:
Originally posted by Ghost in the Machine:
Hmmmm..... if I started a Yuki-cult, do you think I could use that to avoid paying taxes?
Or maybe a Miho-cult would be more fitting... hmm...
I believe that a Miho cult/club has already started. I'm an officer (laugh emoticon)
Draegos
My God. I've started a war..! Cool! Bob, break out the pulse rifles and eightball launchers! Call out the Necris mercinaries! The rivers will run red with necrophile blood!
quote:
Originally posted by Piro:
nice one, Draegos, heh. Hey, i miss her too. :) Thats why i draw sketches of her from time to time (eyes a sketch of Yuki dressed as St. Tail in his sketchbook)
Wow, rare praise. Thanks, man. If it makes you materialize for a few moments to comment, then I must've done it right. (laugh emoticon)
Don't know from Saint Tail, unfortunately. But I'd be willing to bet that I'd like the sketch if I were to see it. Sounds cute And when it's cute and it's Yuki, I'm all over that like stink on a dead necrophile. ;)
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quote:
Originally posted by: over-zealous necrophile Final Furyk
You dare mock the name of Miho !!
Oh, please. If Miho's so sure-fired great how come she doesn't have any fan strips devoted to her, hmmmmm?
Besides Yuki being obviously so much cuter, the YLF uniforms are tons cooler than your sailor fukus, anyway. Your uniforms were approved by Naoko Takeuchi, ours were approved by Cliff Bleszinski. Advantage: Yuki.
Sergeant! Shoot this man.
.
quote:
Originally posted by: resident haiku master Phaedrus
Extremism in
the defense of kawaii
is surely no vice.
Oh, wow. The board haiku master, belting a verse out for this? This is all too cool. But anyway:
Sergeant! Shot this man.
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quote:
Originally posted by: uber-kawaii Largo fetishist Meagen
Oh shit, this looks like it could get messy.
[Puts up a tent with a hastly-scribbled sign "Hospital And Refugee Camp - under the care of the Fangirls of Largo-sama' Manly Chest"][Puts on a nurse cap with Boo's drawing of Largo on it]
Anyone got a first-aid kit, just in case?
What? What?! Fangirls in nurse costumes?! Woo-hoo!! Time to fake some injuries!
.
quote:
Originally posted by: Doodle Moogle
Good 'ol Draegos does it again ^_^
Nice try, Moogle. We know you're one of them. Expect no mercy from us on the battlefield.
Sergeant! Shoot this man!
.
Edit: "Sergeant" only has one "a" in it...
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by Draegos:
Sergeant! Shoot this man!
Do you even have a sergeant?
Oh, right, I'm unconscious. *goes back to being supine, only moving to hold up a makeshift sign declaring, 'Ouch'*
(You know, I knew that wasn't right, but I couldn't remember the Truth. ;_;)
Phaedrus
quote:
Sergeant! Shoot this man.
Ouch, I'm wounded! Nurse!
Three units of fan service,
and a bandaid! STAT!
Jiu Jitsuka
Doesn't Kimiko have any fans???
*watches chaos from a small hill waving a little Kikiko flag and eating a bag of popcorn. Runs into bunker as hordes of Miho and Yuki fanboys run towards him*
ChiPsiUpsilon
quote:
Originally posted by Piro: (eyes a sketch of Yuki dressed as St. Tail in his sketchbook)
Yuki dressed as St. Tail??? Where? Show us! Show us! Show us!
DietWaterCzar
quote:
Originally posted by Jiu Jitsuka:
Doesn't Kimiko have any fans???
*watches chaos from a small hill waving a little Kikiko flag and eating a bag of popcorn. Runs into bunker as hordes of Miho and Yuki fanboys run towards him*
BAH! Fool, do not bring attention to yourself yet! You must follow Kimiko-sama's example. Observe.
*pulls out large sniper rifle like device*
Now which side to hit?
*Flips coin*
Ok, Miho.
*Loads mysterious cartidge, aims at Miho fanboy's flag and fires. Rifle fires a shot that somehow paints "Yuki R0><0rs j00r b0><0rs!" on the flag*
NOW!!! FEIGN IGNORANCE!!!
"What?!?! You don't say? Someone did that to you flag? Well, it's gotta be them Yuki fanboys, you know how they like.... errrr.... sketching stuff...."
Arkiel
What I want to know is why there isn't a John Romero fan clu*
...
wait a second...
myrddian
ALL EXTREMIST MUST DIE!!!!!!!
John Romero? Whos he? ;)
Yuki, Miho, Kimiko, Erika, who cares there
Sycartoons.......
/me tries to comprehend fanboy/girl behaviour
Kernel Panic Segmentation Fault..... restarting
Although I admit that is quite a nice rendering there :)
Final Furyk
quote:
Originally posted by Myrddian:
ALL EXTREMIST MUST DIE!!!!!!!
Note the irony.
I'm starting to think it would be easier to be a "random women on the street 5" fanboy.
DietWaterCzar
quote:
Originally posted by Final Furyk:
I'm starting to think it would be easier to be a "random women on the street 5" fanboy.
DUDE!!! I never thought she'd be mentioned here. I mean, she is just SOOOOO suppa kawaii!!!
*waves "random woman on the street- fanboy" flag*
Phaedrus
Garran - is that you, buddy? You're looking poorly. Does it hurt?
...
Well, try not to laugh, then.
It's crazy out there, man. Fanboys pumped up on pocky, desperate for an MT fix; it's been TWO DAYS. I heard Draegos mutter something about Monday being a SGD day...the veins on his forehead were bulging something fierce. Bill and Fomio were squaring off - Bill holding a Cool Thing, and Fomio had something that looked like that Thing His Aunt Gave Him That He Doesn't Know What It Is. I'll tell you - I don't want to be around when those two collide.
You know it occurs to me...everyone's here fighting. Even Piro showed up. There's no one visiting the girls. Suppose we just slip out the back and head over to Anna Miller's? Do you think Kimiko'd like to hear two tragically wounded veterans recite poetry?
wizardofkitty
*watches the war between the miho and yuki fans with Kimiko fans in the middle* mm...yummy popcorn...good war...too bad I'm a piro fan...oh well. ^^;;
squee
I wake up, my dark lady's name on my lips - the war started, my mission: to provoke the Skaarj warriors into a hasty attack with inadequite forces to conquer the dark mistress. My mission a success, a few words fall past my lips as I go back to dreams...
One should never wage
war against necromancy
dead skaarj rise, fight back.
[edit: Had to reformat in a *good* browser :)]
mlamdin
All right, people. *grabs megaphone* Sorry I'm late to the war here.
*begins speaking in megaphone*
Fans of Yuki, look around you. See the chaos caused by this war. Feel the laughter of the Kimiko fans. Look at the comic itself. See the Star of Miho rise in the skies of Tokyo. Let the absence of Yuki which weighs your soul depart. Do not resist the Darkly Cute. Let yourself fall into the eyes of the Lady Miho. Feel the power of her smile. Come to the Dark Side. Enjoy it's power. Worship Miho. Leave Yuki behind forever. Join us in the fanclub of Miho-sama the Darkly Cute.
And then we go after the Kimiko fans. >:(
This has been a message from the Executive Officer of Convertees of the Miho fanclub.
*puts down megaphone*
PH34R 7H3 D4RKLY CU73!
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by BGMaster:
*begins speaking in megaphone*
(aside) I suppose megaphones are what you use to call people in Megatokyo...
Final Furyk
quote:
Originally posted by Garran:
(aside) I suppose megaphones are what you use to call people in Megatokyo...
(since this is an anime based web comic I can do this)
*stops battling just to facefault*
DietWaterCzar
quote:
Originally posted by Phaedrus:
Do you think Kimiko'd like to hear two tragically wounded veterans recite poetry?
No she wouldn't. Besides who do you think is serving popcorn and beverages in the bunker while we watch the show?
Well who ever wins, I guess we need to get ready.
*Walks over to close combat training*
Ahhh the sounds of lightsabers and katanas. Is there nothing as sweet?
*Listens to some of Kimiko's seiyyu work*
Nevermind....
*Heads to firearms training*
Hey! You practice with the BFGs and Redeemers over in the pit! And you with the AWP don't just sit there! Move your ass!!!
Gun nuts....
*Walks to tech development*
So what do you have new?
"A multidimensional-monotemporal-antielectromagnetic-matter diverting-cascading array!"
What?
"A big honkin' shield."
Don't make me shoot you. Damn treknobabble.
Glump
"There's something strange about all this."
It had been a great plan in theory. Leaving a haiku of thanks on each of their pillows and grabbing a spare set of crutches for Garran (the tent being operated by a Largo fanclub, there were plenty to go around), the two intrepid poets set out in high spirits, exchanging free verse about the follies of war. The wall of sandbags around the block was a little worrisome, as was the persistant, eery feeling of hostile eyes watching them (the fact that they had moved on to talking about Kimiko (in fairly complimentary tones) by that point was probably fairly conducive to their health); but there was war and there was havoc, and a little of these things were to be expected. It wasn't until they saw Anna Miller's itself that they began to be truly concerned.
"I knew they had a bunker... And I suppose it's the logical place... But..." Garran paused, trying to put better words to his thoughts.
"Denying other fans coffee like that," Phaedrus said, his face grim in the light of the electronic billboard that had been erected atop the building (it said, "We wouldn't know anything about that. Why don't you try attacking " (here it alternately flashed Yuki and Miho's names) "?". Cute). "It's not right, even in times of war."
Garran nodded, even though he had been intending to get a hot chocolate. "But it's more than that. This would seem to suggest that Kimiko herself has become involved in the fanwar... But do these seem like Kimiko's tactics to you? Would she get other people to fight for her?" He frowned. "I don't like it. It feels like this whole thing is being... Manipulated somehow."
They watched for a time, pondering to the rhythm of the sentries' footsteps. Garran's stomach growled.
"Well, as poets, and as such, romantic questers for truth, I suppose there's nothing for it but to go in there and find out for ourselves! What do you say?"
mlamdin
*holds a copy of Exar Kun's double bladed blue lightsaber in his hand as he looks over the field of battle*
*cloak billows dramatically behind him*
See how the battle progresses our way, minions of Yuki. Small and Cute may always defeat Big and Ugly, but Cute may not defeat Darkly Cute. Ph34r the power of Miho. See your inevitable defeat. Do not resist. Join us now and avoid your fate. Glory in the power of Miho-sama.
Come to the Darkly Cute side.
*turns at a growl behind him*
Hello, Bob...
Aeonus
The star glittered coldly in the night sky like diamonds, oblivious to the carnage that lay before me. Shock Rifle beams split the air in front of me. Flak bounced around me. The smell of death filled my lungs. The blood ran in rivers through the grass.
I had stumbled into something big, and now I was in over my head.
A war between fanboys.
Funny as hell, it was the worst thing I could think of.
The sound of a rocket roused me from my contemplations. I rolled to my left as the deadly projectile screamed by my ear. That one was close. I could not afford to give anyone an oppurtunity like that again.
I tightened my grip on my Biosludge rifle. It was time. I had to destroy the infidels, for the glory of my Dark Mistress.
Wow. That was fun. I'll have to do that again sometime.
Tragic Bill
"The rivers will run red with necrophile blood!"
People should do their research. Everyone knows our blood is black.
DietWaterCzar
Sitting in the control room of the bunker I suddenly hear a fanboy run down the hall.
"Sir there are two people here asking for coffee and hot chocolate! And one of them keeps saying haikus for some reason...."
Well damn it! Serve them coffee! This place IS still supposed to be an Anna Millers!
"Despite all the concrete, barbed wire, and gun emplacements everywhere?"
.... Shut up! Just do it!
I'm about to throughly thrash the inpudent cannon fodder when I see our illustrious idol walk in.
"<Ahhh.... Excuse me? Do you need anymore coffee here?>" the cute Kimiko inquires.
No, no we are fine Kimiko-sama.
"<Oh, ok.... You know you don't really have to call me -sama.>"
Yes Kimiko-sama.
"<.... Nevermind. Ummm, why did you change the cafe to a bunker again?>"
Oh, that's nothing to worry about. As you know there is a massive war outside, and you know that even fanboys get hungry. So since this restuarant is so popular we decided that it needed extra protection.
<"I GUESS the makes sense....>"
Don't worry Kimiko-sama, is there anything We can do for you?
"<Oh! No, no, no! I don't need anything! I just want to do my job and serve all of you guys, you ARE my customers!>"
We are thourghly humbled by your humilty Kimiko-sama.
"<Right.... Well I'll be around!>" Kimiko says as she leaves for the mess hall.
I'm feel suddenly at peace.
"Sir!" the fanboy from earlier abruptly yells.
GAH!!! What?!? Don't DO THAT!!! Come closer!
"Yes sir!"
I shoot the fanboy in the shoulder. And ask what he he came to tell me.
While grimmacing in pain the fanboy reports "Those men I told you about earlier look like fanboys, and they aren't Kimiko-sama's!".
Really now? Have we gotten our MGS type stealth ninjas yet?
"Yes sir!"
Well, let them serve our guests!
*fade out*
Tanetris
As the war rages everywhere, dark clouds begin to form and thicken in the sky unnoticed. These clouds slowly gather, blocking the sun and casting the battlefield in darkness. Suddenly, a pillar of light forms on the horizon, breaking through the dome of clouds, and arching towards the middle of the battlefield. The two great armies part, and even the Anna Miller's patrons come out to see the spectacle. From the great pillar of light steps Pirogoeth in full battle armor, with sword riding lightly at her hip, a scarlet cape billowing out behind her, and a small golden coronet atop her long blond hair which sways in the wind. Pirogoeth glances around, floating a foot above the earth, and pulls the pillar of light into a pulsing ball of energy in her hand. Her lips do not move, but her eyes speak very clearly: Kneel before the queen, else feel her wrath.
swing
*steps away from light, back into shadows*
"I've always been a Seraphim fan, myself.
To face me is to face Her.
.
.
Any challengers?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Anyone?
.
.
.
.
Didn't think so."
Glump
I watched bemusedly out the (barred and fortified) window, as determined Miho fans, shouting things too distant to be discerned, turned some sort of darkness cannon on the Pirogoeth vision's pillar of light. Pirogoeth... How many realities were intersecting here, and how? Was there a Piro hiding in there, or was she merely a vast Cool Poster Elemental? Did she realize what she was doing, or was she, too, a pawn in all of this?
I turned to articulate my thoughts to Phaedrus, and he was gone. A hastily scribbled cardboard sign (it was unclear where he'd obtained the materials) had been set up in his place, with pipe cleaners trailing off it like arms and a head, so that it might look like Phaedrus in the peripheral vision of one preoccupied in his thoughts. It read,
"G. -
Gone to write haiku thread. Good luck if anything happens before I get back."
I sweatdropped, and so did the man bringing our drinks. "He'll probably be back soon," I said, summoning a sheepish smile and trying not to notice the man's gun (and trying even harder not to stare at the ludicrous waitress disguise). He nodded and set the drinks down, glancing behind me at several other poorly cross-dressed men with guns.
I sure hoped that when Phaedrus came back, he'd have some sort of plan.
DietWaterCzar
"Sir we have yet another development!" a new right hand man (the old one had to go seek medical attention) reported to me.
I almost didn't notice as I watched the visitors in the security camera. One of them seemed strangely flat and stringy.... I was dissappointed in our ordering system as we seemed to get Revolver Ocelot Clones instead of cyber ninjas, and to top it off they were actually SERVING the strangers. You really can't buy good help these days.
"Um sir?"
"What damn it?!?!" I replied while pointing a gun in the fanboy's face.
"Uhhhh.... *gulp* It seems the Pirogoeth has joined the fray."
"Damn.... Wait, does this mean that there is a seperate powerful entity Pirogoeth or is it an avatar of sorts for the creator's power?"
"I wouldn't know sir."
"Well, what good are you then?!?" I say as I pull the trigger.
Pirogoeth.... that certainly changes things.... So far it's still in my favor as she'll probably focus on those fighting outside. But that won't last forever. SHE WILL NOT GET ANYWHERE NEAR KIMIKO-SAMA!!!
I think it's time to check how my latest project is going. I pick up the com and call tech development.
"How far are you on THE PROJECT?" I ask a tech.
"You mean the extradimensional-poweraccelerating-diabloistical-genetic alteration suspension?"
"Just call it the Devil serum damnit."
Tetsujin
quote:
Originally posted by Piro:
...(eyes a sketch of Yuki dressed as St. Tail in his sketchbook)
SCAN! POST! LINK TO FREEDART! Please? I'd like to see that -- don't tease us like this!
placido
The call had gone out with unprecedented strength. Most calls manifest themselves as a dream, a very realistic dream. This one however was different. It shocked me to conciousness and doubled me over with stomach cramps. I knew then that I was needed. To the West.
Two hours later with the sun rising at my back I was packed and mounted, my katana loose in my sheath, my right arm free of my black cloak ready for anything. I expected trouble and Razar, my moody grey palfrey, could sense my edginess and was tense in response. Running my hand through my close-cropped black hair I gulped some water from my canteen and, refreshed, nudged Razar into a brisk walk.
It took almost an hour to get out of the light woodlands and onto the open fields. Once there I pushed Razar into a light canter which would eat up the miles. The plains spread before me for in a vast expanse of green. The wind gusted lightly along the tops of the long grass creating a sea of green through which we swam.
Two rises further on and not even the thud of Razar's hooves could drown the sound of battle. My adrenal glands involuntarily kicked in and I had to consciously access my override program to keep my adrenalin levels low. Adrenalin could be a life saver in a battle but before a battle it would only hamper my perception and leave me with a bad come-down after 30 minutes. I also forced my breathing rate up, hyperventalating to flood my hybrid muscles with oxygen-rich blood.
I dis-mounted near the top of the rise and crawled to the top. Over the rise was a long valley but where grass would normally have been was the beginning of chaos. In the middle was the shining figure of Pirogoeth. Off to one side was a bunker with a bright neon sign.
I frowned. I knew this world and had just crossed these plains. That bunker did not belong here. This was obviously a rift between worlds. My mission was obvious. I had to close the rift... and soon, before my world split apart.
Phaedrus
Ohmyghod, Ohmyghod, Ohmyghod. They noticed the stick figure. This is gonna get ugly, fast. I've got to do something. What would Piro do...
Aha! Shoujo Manga Guide to Life!
[roots around magazines piled up in one corner of the bunker]
Let's see...FLCL? Not shoujo, but - Hey Garran, can you pull alien bass guitars out of your forehead?
...
Well I had to ask. Worked for Ta-kun.
...
Here's an issue of I"s. I don't think there's any chance we could trick everyone into playing Twister, is there? Good for some fan service, if nothing else. Might calm them down.
...
I'm actually more spry than my age suggests. But I don't think these youngsters have even heard of the game.
...
Hey! Kimagure Orange Road! This looks promising. Do you have the Power?
...
Yeah, me neither. It was worth a try.
...
Hmm. Only one left.
[eyes left]
[eyes right]
The coast looks clear.
I'm SURE we can find something in the Manga Which Must Not Be Named.
Let's see, in this issue, Keitarou and Motoko-chan have to defeat her sister in combat to avoid a forced marriage. He finds this really old katana and gives it to Narusegawa...
Glump
I was a little confused about the details and function of our plan, but as Phaedrus (who, as it turned out, was secreted beneath the table with a laptop and an eclectic collection of manga) talked I could see the ersatz waitresses easing their weapons from their holsters, and so I acted upon the first instructions my mind parsed. Grabbing the first ancient katana I saw, I whirled around and handed it to the first person I saw.
It caught her right in the middle of saying, "Hi, would you like a refill?", and, incidentally, being beautiful.
At this point, a number of things happened at once.
The fanboys in the room simultaneously produced their sundry weapons as I brought a sharp implement within ten feet of their goddess.
Phaedrus and I got starry-eyed, melted into little puddles of wistfulness, composed empathically between us several stanzas on the concept of aware, recovered and reformed, all in a matter of moments.
DietWaterCzar spat out his coffee, made a loud comment involving a very naughty word for excrement, and ran out into the main room.
And Kimiko, juggling coffeepot and sword in a frantic attempt to balance (she shortly managed, not being subject to certain restrictions of the standard uniform), said, "Um... Excuse me?"
Time sped up again.
"Kimiko-san!" I blurted, knowing this was my only chance. "We came to talk to you!"
"To me?" She frowned uncertainly. "How do you know my..."
"It's nothing for you to worry with, Kimiko-sama," gasped the Kimikoite leader, ending his headlong dash with the help of the wall of our booth. "They're just... Ah... From the Anna Miller fansite! You just go back to the kitchen and we'll take care of them."
There was something decidedly unpleasant in his voice at the last, and while the nurses' ministrations weren't entirely unpleasant, I didn't relish the prospect of getting there; or, worse, not getting there.
"Please," I pleaded, half-truthedly, looking Kimiko in the bewildered eyes. "We've come a long way."
Ed: Nurses don't administrate. Or, I suppose they can, but it wasn't what I meant...
Derian Hatcheter
Huff, huff, huff...I'm not to late. Thank God for the neon Anna Millers sign.
quote:
Originally posted by Garran:
...I brought a sharp implement within ten feet of their goddess
Oh, you will pay for that. Captain DietWaterCzar, can I take care of these guys? I've learned from the best.
Derian Hatcheter
BTW, Draegos, thanks for linking the older comics.
DietWaterCzar
"Better late than never Derian Hatcheter, though combining Capatain and Czar is quite odd, please refrain from doing so in the future." I say while waving my Enforcer around.
My gaze returns to the infiltrator pleading to say something to our Kimiko-sama.
"Kimiko-sama, of course they have come a "long way" to meet you. That's what these Anna Miller's website freaks are like. And look they almost hurt you with that sword, which might I add probably has some sick perverted phallic stigma attched to it in their minds. Let us take them to the back, check out their story and if they are of descent stature, we shall let them be on their way."
"<But.... it didn't really seem like they were going to hurt me. More like an accident. God knows I know what that's like!>" a concerned and bewildered Kimiko-sama states.
"Ahhh. Kimiko-sama how kind of you to those who may very well have hurt you. I assure you we do this only for your safety."
"<Ok, I guess but promise me that you'll let me talk to them after you check them out.>"
It would have been so easy to simply lie to her and dispose of the two intruders like vermin. But, when I looked at the pleading, angelic face of our beloved Kimiko-sama I could not bring myself to go against her wishes.
"Hai, Kimiko-sama. As you wish. Hatcheter! Take these two to the interroga.... errr.... the waiting room. Also contact tech development and tell them that I wish to test our special project as soon as possible!"
I look at Kimiko-sama's expression of concern as Derian Hatcheter takes the prisoners to the interrogation room. When they are finally out of the room, I escort her to her private sound booth where she practices her voice acting.
"I shall bring our guests here as soon as I am finished with them. Have a good session Kimiko-sama."
She watches as I leave with a strange combination of worry, concern, and bewilderment on her face. It saddens me to see her like this. I simply must succeed in my plans to make the world a better place for her. My Kimiko-sama.
I walk to the interrogation room where Hatcheter has our guests hog tied.
"You know you could have just handcuffed them to the chairs right? I swear such incompetence really pisses me off...." I say while brandishing my Enforcer when Hatcheter suddenly runs out of the room.
"Huh? Nice guy, bit wierd though...."
The prisoners manage to get up into thier seats muttering something about "What would *insert manga character* do?".
"Ok you two, who are you and what are you doing here?"
Tanetris
As the vast legions stare on in awe, Pirogoeth closes her eyes, concentrating. After a brief moment, the pulsing ball of light explodes in a blinding flash and splits into 4 pillars: one which arcs to the Anna Miller's restaurant, one which arcs deep into the dark ravers' district that is home to the Miho camp, one which arcs toward the secret base of the Yuki camp, and one which arcs toward MegaGamers. Passing easily through men and walls, these pillars shine upon Kimiko, Miho, Yuki, Ping, and yes even Erika.
"Tohya-san? What's going on? Why does that woman look like Piro-sama?" Ping asks of Miho curiously, while Miho simply stands with a bored but defiant stance. Erika and Kimiho exchange a curious look but say nothing, while Yuki stares on wide-eyed.
Suddenly, a tender and sweet, yet commanding voice fills the area as Pirogoeth speaks "The five of you are children of Him. I am a child of Him as well, but a part of Him is also within me. He loves you all. There should be no feud among you, and He and I know that for most of you, you know of no feud. However, here before you are those who believe you to be even greater than Him, and you, not He, must conivince them to stop this senseless bickering. I leave the rest to you, but remember, as he loves you all, so do I."
With that, Pirogoeth floats down to give each girl a peck on the cheek as the commanders of each army rush to their respective charges, Pirogoeth disappears, taking the pillars of light and the clouds, leaving only a sunshine-filled plain full of confused people in her wake. Will her warning be heeded? We can but wait and see..
Tragic Bill
- Watches the battle unfold before him. Is no longer wearing his MihoFuku and is now in his battle uniform (AKA dressed as a raver with a green short sleeved shirt, black and white striped long sleeve shirt and plaid pants) -
Hmmm....Really didn't want a war... Guess it's time to break out the heavy artillery...
- Starts digging into his backpack and takes out the Necrowombicon, dark aura of doom and all -
Hmmmm...... wonder what I'm gonna do with this....
- Grins quite evily -
hauptman
quote:
Originally posted by Piro:
you people.... scare me....
Hey, no fair scaring the author here - he's likely to toss in a few more obscure storyline twists just to compensate . . .
;)
Tragic Bill
- Two Tragic Bills are standing in a spotlight. The one on the left is in his Raver-WarGarb, while the other is dressed "normally". The one on the left speaks -
Alright. My conscience wanted to get a word in here...
"Hello. My name is Rational Bill. I'm Tragic Bill's better half."
- Tragic Bill looks annoyed -
You aren't. Hurry it up, I've got a FanWar to get back to.
- Holds up the Necrowombicon -
"Alright, I've come to intervene. Though I like a good war as much as anyone else, it would be a good idea to limit the fighting to 2 or three posts instead of constantly making new ones."
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!!! IT'S ALL-OUT WAR! WE MIHOFANS WILL PROOVE THAT OUR MASTER IS BETTER THEN YUKI-CHAN OR KIMIKO ! WE WILL UTTERLY CRUSH OUR OPPOSITION!
"SHUT UP YOU PSYCHOTIC DEADHEAD!!!!!"
- Tragic Bill grins nervously and runs his hand through his now spiky blue hair. -
"Alright. Lets not call too much attention so that Piro kicks us all out."
- Rational Bill leaves. -
Do you all hate that guy as much as I do?
"What you hate more is that I'm right."
SHUT UP YOU IDIOT
- Throws the Necrowombicon at him -
Eldrick Tobin
quote:
Originally posted by Piro:
you people.... scare me....
^_^
Fans are fun neh? Such variety of action...
quote:
nice one, Draegos, heh. Hey, i miss her too. :) Thats why i draw sketches of her from time to time (eyes a sketch of Yuki dressed as St. Tail in his sketchbook)
heh. ^_^
piro
Sounds delightfully cute ^^
Speaking of which... makes me wonder what everyone would wear if it was Halloween for them... *knows why such is on his own brain*
Aeonus
I was tired. So much had happened up to this point. I had done so much for the Dark Mistress. Hurt so many people. The load on my back was lighter than ever. The nearly-empty tank of Biosludge felt heavier than it had when it was full. I was thirsty. I had finished the last of my canteen... 4 hours ago. I had taken a Pulse Rifle hit on my shoulder a couple hours before that. Those things really hurt. At least, at first they do.
But now I was numb. It didn't hurt anymore. Nothing did. I idly wondered whether I'd ever feel anything again.
There was only one thing in my life now. Kill, kill, kill. I didn't even do it consciously. It was an instinct, an automatic action. The Biosludge rifle was an extension of my body. My body was an extension of someone else's will. I was just trapped in it.
I began to wonder what all this was for. Would I be remembered for my heroism? Would history remember me as a villain? Would anyone even know I was here...?
I roused my self from my reverie to find I had killed two more. A blinking red number 1 drew my attention to my Biorifle. You can't kill anyone with only 1 ball of Biosludge. I unslung the empty tank from my shoulders, dropped the weapon.
I did the only thing I could.
I ran.
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by Aeonus:
I did the only thing I could.
I ran.
Must resist urge to recklessly create a blatant plot hole by popping out of nowhere to trip him...
...
Okay, I'm okay now.
Jiu Jitsuka
Ok... maybe a tripple post.
Jiu Jitsuka
opps, double post
Jiu Jitsuka
I wake up to discover that someone had taken my pop corn and that the giant light which just passed through us had made me sick in my stomach. More importantly though, that I was alive.
I look around the room to see other loyal Kimiko fanboys staring around in wonder.
Just then DietWaterCzar ran into the room and yelled "HOLY F****** S***!!!! We lived!!"
"But how??", I asked.
At that moment a short man in a lab coat with glasses ran into the room and yelled "The multidimensional-monotemporal-antielectromagnetic-matter diverting-cascading array worked! It worked!"
"The what?" many people around the room asked.
"Oh never mind" he said.
Realising that the battle was over we dropped
our numerous guns and katanas and ran around until we found that Kimiko was still alive!
We looked out to see that we were away from the battle field and the whole bunker was ontop of a sky scraper in Tokyo. There were bright flashes in the distance and Largo was using rent-a-zilla again.
"Phew, that was close." said DietWater.
"Ya what a show!" I said.
theferret
quote:
Originally posted by DietWaterCzar:
Hey guys, I just heard the Miho-fanboys say that if you typed ".jp Schoolgirl nasty bukake s3x0r" into a search engine, Yuki is the first result.
*watches the chaos*
I just put that into google, and it came back with "Did you mean bukkake?"
Props to google. Although I didnt find any more Yuki pics. *puzzled*..
;)
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by Jiu Jitsuka:
I wake up to discover that someone had taken my pop corn and that the giant light which just passed through us had made me sick in my stomach.
OOC, but I'm confused; where did the giant light come from? What can this mean for our intrepid and numerous protagonists?
Ed: Nevermind, see below!
DietWaterCzar
Me thinks he's a bit confused about what Pirogoeth's little light flash and message to the girls was....
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by DietWaterCzar:
Me thinks he's a bit confused about what Pirogoeth's little light flash and message to the girls was....
Belower.
DietWaterCzar
True, I shall nap till his reply, possibly longer.
Damn all-night cram and screw around sessions....
Final Furyk
Hmm with Pirogoth here I think I need some back up.
*picks up phone*
Hello, 80-90s tv stars? Yes I'd like to order Mr. T and MacGuyver. Yes transdimentional shipping. What? It's eight bucks extra?!?! Why the hell is it so damn much? You no good piece of *insert telephone sound*. If I ever find you I'll rip you a new *cowsound* you dirty *duck sound*.
*slams down the phone and starts to whistle while reading a Futaba-Kun manga in full Miho fuku gear*
dr_ishmael
[foreword]
As I was reading all the posts here, I got to thinking: what are all the normal people doing during this? (if there ARE any normal people in MegaTokyo...) So, here's what I came up with.
[/foreword]
"AAAHHHH!!! I slept in AGAIN!!!! Damn cheap alarm clock..." In a sleepy haze, I hurl the clock across the room to shatter against the far wall, the pieces falling atop the accumulated pile of debris from previous clocks.
I pull on the first clean clothing I can find, briefly run a comb through my hair, and step into the kitchen for some breakfast... or would that be lunch now? In any case, I can't find any food that's fit to eat (my fridge probably contains life forms that scientists have never dreamed existed), so I decide to head down to Anna Miller's. Great coffee, great food, cute waitresses � especially Kimiko � it's my favorite place to hang out.
As I leave my apartment building, I notice the dark, cloudy sky and quickly rush back in to grab my umbrella. Walking the few short blocks to the restaurant, I realize that there's something funny about these clouds - I probably didn't need the umbrella. I also hear some strange noises in the distance that sound like someone made a live-action version of Quake. Turning the corner before Anna Miller's, I am convinced something weird is going on. Perhaps it's the sandbags and scores of armed guards running around, I don't know...
The guards don't seem to take notice of me as I nervously enter the restaurant and take a seat. As I wait to be served, I see that something obviously just happened inside, centered on a certain booth now empty except for a cardboard-stick figure and a couple stacks of manga under the table. I then see that the many "waitresses" standing around are actually cross-dressers, and that they are all re-holstering pistols for some reason.
Finally, a normal waitress comes to serve me coffee and take my order, and I query her about what the heck is going on. She explains how some Yuki fanboy was really depressed because she hadn't been seen in a while, so he made up a little collage of portraits of her. This triggered responses from the Miho fanboys, and eventually, the thing escalated into a full-fledged fanboy war. As usual, I had slept through the whole thing.
I give her my order for a spaghetti dinner, and I sit back to enjoy my coffee. Where's Kimiko at today? I wonder to myself. As if someone were reading my mind, a pillar of light beams through the ceiling, illuminating Kimiko where she sits in her sound booth. I have the sensation that someone is speaking, but I can't hear the voice. Suddenly, a slender, blonde-haired girl clad in armor appears, kisses Kimiko on the cheek, and just as suddenly, disappears, taking the light with her.
A man rushes into the room, yelling, "We lived! We Lived!"
"But how?" asks a patron across the room from me.
Another man rushes in, wearing a white lab coat and glasses, and screams some technobabble that no one understands, except that "It (whatever it was) worked!" and that it had apparently saved us all from some horrible fate.
Just then, the waitress returns with my spaghetti. I sprinkle on some parmesan cheese, and as I start to mix it with the sauce, I realize that drinking coffee with spaghetti is really weird.
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by dr_ishmael:
I give her my order for a spaghetti dinner, and I sit back to enjoy my coffee. Where's Kimiko at today? I wonder to myself. As if someone were reading my mind, a pillar of light beams through the ceiling, illuminating Kimiko where she sits in her sound booth. I have the sensation that someone is speaking, but I can't hear the voice. Suddenly, a slender, blonde-haired girl clad in armor appears, kisses Kimiko on the cheek, and just as suddenly, disappears, taking the light with her.
You know, making the plot make sense with this was a far more sensible solution than complaining about it. Sorry, guys. ^_^;; Continuing will be shortly.
Trenog
Well, like any other good Rifts character, there is only two options here...
1. Sell my services to all parties raking in lotsa credits and having fun while slaying countless fanboys.
2. If the situation becomes too reckless, find the nearest dimensional Rift/make your own dimensional Rift and say goodbye to this dimensional plane.
Who says you can't do both though!
(laugh emoticon) (laugh emoticon) (laugh emoticon)
B) B) B)
Glump
Phaedrus and I didn't have time to let off a mahou-shoujo-manga-style dramatic introduction speech, which is a shame, because it would have been a lovely piece of work. But we had barely sat down when the room was suddenly suffused by a pure, white light that swept through us and left us strangely sad and at peace, followed swiftly by an angry, violent tremor that passed through us and left us disoriented, slightly nauseous and nearly defenestrated, not to mention the way the bright light that had been hanging from the ceiling very narrowly missed passing through me in a far less painless manner as it fell.
We all sat there in the settling dust and the ruins of our chairs for a moment, stunned.
"We lived," murmured the Czar of Diet Water. "With the grace of Kimiko, we have survived the first attack on our fortress and only emerged stronger!" This was questionable, but I decided to let him have it, being fairly dizzy and not the one who had hoardes of presumably still-living and well-armed troops just beyond that door (I'm not completely tactless). It's just as well, because he seemed quite to forget about us, dashing through the door shouting, "We lived!"
I glanced at Phaedrus, who seemed a little stunned still, and made my way over to the door to see what was happening. I couldn't see too much - the predictable immediate cleanup - but a stereotypically scientist-looking man and someone I'd guess was his apprentice were carrying on a quiet conversation nearby.
"So what exactly is the multidimensional-monotemporal-antielectromagnetic-matter diverting-cascading array?"
"Pure genius, my boy," preened the scientist, "Anytime it looks like we may be in danger of attack, the MMAMDCA opens a dimensional rift and transports the bunker to the top of the nearest available skyscraper, rendering us impervious to further assault as we regroup! Nothing else quite like it, if I do say so myself."
The younger sweatdropped. "So... All of this damage is our fault?"
"Don't always look at the downside of things, boy! Think of the progress! This is the first time we've been able to keep the building intact!"
I shook my head and walked back over to Phaedrus. "So what do we do now?"
(DietWaterCzar, I don't know how in character I kept you, but this was the best way I could explain you running around shouting about living. Sorry for any damage done. ^_^;;)
Jiu Jitsuka
I looked down apon the city and saw a lot of people running around through the window I had been guarding. Seeing our new position I (being a body guard of Kimiko) put away my Katana and pulled out a sniper rifle. I also pulled out the new "Ultra far seeing vector-diazing-long-scopped-light particle amplifer-radar-vision thingy with cool blue lenses" and gazed into the ditance.
I saw large plumes of smoke and a floating bright speck. It then elevated into the sky and semed to form lightning storms around it! I looked closer and I could see it was a human figure with long blond hair! A wierd man or a women. Either way it was pretty powerful. I gasped as I saw it was moving toward us!
"Uh oh" I said
I immediatly put on my bullet proof, vest and a bullet proof helment with bullet proof vest and I ran toward DietWaterCzar to tell him the sight.
DietWaterCzar
"You can start by sitting down, waiting for me to sort this crap out, and answering everything I ask you two!" I say as I reenter the interrogation room.
I never liked having to do the entire running around, yelling, rallying the troops thing but it was one Hell of a ride and I had to make sure that the men were in good spirits to fight.
"First off, Jiu put down the popcorn, stop watching the rent-a-zilla, and attend to Kimiko-sama!" I yelled down the hall.
I then turned my attention to the head tech. "As for you.... What device just 'saved' us right now?"
"The multidimensional-mono...." The tech tried to reply till I stuck the barrel of my Enforcer between his eyes.
"The WHAT?!?!?"
"The uh.... emergency facility transporter?"
"That's better.... But, wait wasn't it supposed to be a shield?"
"I can explain that sir," said the assistant who just popped into the conversation "you see in early development of the multidimen...."
*BLAM!*
"Nevermind I don't need to know." I then turned to the head tech. "I want you to get all of the other techs to get working on reversing this damn thing NOW! And as for you, I want you to continue work on the special project."
"You're still hung up on that?"
"You're not irreplaceable you know that right?"
"uh... yes sir"
I turn my attention back to the two prisoners and demand an explanation for who they are and why they have come here again.
"I am Garran, and this is my illustrious friend Phaedrus. We, being poets, veterans of this horrible war, and fans of Kimiko among other things came here to have coffee, ponder verse upon verse about the follies of war, and partake of some of Kimiko's beauty." said the prisoner being unsure of whether to stand or sit when addressing me.
"I see, but why were you so eager, and presumptuous to think that you should talk to Kimiko-sama?"
"Have you seen what you have done here?!? What could have compelled you do this to Anna Miller's? Why do you seem to be hiding things from Kimiko-san? We wanted to talk to Kimi...." Phaedrus started to ask in a raised tone of voice, before being interupted by the sudden appearance of Kimiko-sama.
Kimiko-sama had a very serious and almost angry look on her face. This in itself was unsettling, but she asked me something I had hoped she would not ask me, at least not for some time.
"<Are you fighting in the Fanboy War yourselves for me?>" she asked me with those deep soulful eyes piercing my heart.
"Kimiko-sama.... How would you ever get the idea...."
"<A strange glowing girl suddenly appeared in front of me and told me that I was somehow involved in the Fanboy War. She said that I was involved with people close to me hiding their intentions. I don't know how I innately trust her, but I just do.>"
DAMN! PIROGOETH!
"Kimiko-sama.... I.... I...."
edit: hmmm well I guess Jiu's post fits after my third paragraph....
Derian Hatcheter
I had found the weapon I had searched for, a minigun. In the streets below this building we were on top of, I could see Miho fanboys moving past, toward Yuki positions. I went in search of DietWaterCzar, to get my orders.
As I went to the interrogation room, the sniper Jiu Jitsuka ran past me. I arrived just in time to see Kimiko, her eyes angry, and also sad, ask DietWaterCzar if he was fighting the war on her behalf.
DietWaterCzar stuttered to answer, and Ji Jitsuka was about to explode with his news, when the building was again flooded with light.
[Fixed a spelling mistake. BTW, I'd contribute more to this, but I'm working :( ]
Aeonus
My muscles burned. Sweat blurred my vision. My lungs ached. That pulse rifle wound on my shoulder stung with the pain of a thousand needles.
I was glad. I wasn't numb any longer.
I was still running.
I was also seeing things. My exhausted mind began to hallucinate. A woman appeared in a pillar of light, and several other lights flew from her arms. As one of them approached a bunker, the place just... poofed out of existance.
I wondered if it was all a dream. The war, the killing, all of it. I hoped so. That way, I could just wake up and forget all about it. I pinched myself... No such luck.
Now, I still run. I don't know where I am, nor do I care. The sweat stings my eyes, so I can only see well enough to avoid running into things.
My muscles protest this. My throat is dry. That's right, I haven't had a drink since my canteen ran out. Involuntarily, I slow down. I must be dehydrated. But... I must keep... going...
I fall to my knees. I use the last of my strength to wipe the sweat from my eyes and look around. I'm in front of a building. I think I can make out the sign...
It says...
"Cave of Evil."
I close my eyes and the darkness overtakes me.
Jiu Jitsuka
I heard DietWaterCzar yell me my orders and I put my rifle away by putting it on a conveinently placed rack on the wall and made sure my katana was still in its hilt.
I ran into the conferance room and saw Kimiko standing near the door looking into the center of the room where there was a table with two poets and DietWaterCzar.
There was a moments silence.
"Kimiko" I ask "are you okay"
She looked a little confused and bewildered, err extremely confused and bewildered.
DietWaterCzar:
I guess the posts can overlap a little, I wasn't eating popcorn anymore though, someone took it from me. :(
Final Furyk
*to take away from the dramatic tone of things*
Hmm I wonder when my assorsment of tv super heroes who are now mercinaries.
*as if on cue a box materializes out of thin air*
So they're here.
(from in the box) I pity da foo who be messing with Mr. T and da fans of Yuki.
*box breaks open with a drill constructed out of a piece of paper, a shoe, and three pieces of Juicy Fruit made by Macguyver*
You gotta love reinforcments.
*draws five iron*
Me says "Mwhahahaha"
wizardofkitty
As I watched the war rage on with no one concerned on the casuaties. I stood up pulling out several phoenix downs stolen from the final fantasy games. I wondered if I should revive several of the foolish fanboys of Kimiko, Miho, and Yuki in spite that they would start another fight.
I turn and glanced at the stupidity of war and decided to observe the beauty of a battle instead of ignoring it. Besides, it may improve self fighting skills, or the ability to see what others couldn't.
I used the phoenix downs that I had on several Miho and Yuki fans and then I went into Anna Miller's to have a bottle of ice tea to observe.
(for those who are non final fantasy players, phoenix downs revives people. (laugh emoticon))
(Edit: sue me if I can't spell phoenix while doing italian homework.)
Derian Hatcheter
Umm... that's phoenix down. Just to be picky. ;)
Tybalt
Ack, war! I knew I shouldn't have journeyed into this thread...
*ducks behind a rock, holding a "Give Peace a Chance" flag up*
lord_cobrafire
How dare you guys have mindless violence without me!?
<pull out crate full of railguns, rocket launchers, flak cannons and a BFG 10K.>
Chotto Matte...
<draws double-edged lightsaber and casts Life 2 on all Miho allies>
Now, does anyone wants a slightly used BFG?
(laugh emoticon)
Spades
Ah, yes. Soon the SDF Saeko Dimensional Fortress will be complete, and we will force everyone to acknowledge the superiority of Saeko!
Zor! How soon until construction is complete?
What?
You what?
You set the SDF to randomly fold somewhere in the galaxy?! What do you mean it's not yet time. So what if it's not a Warmth war!
Why does this all sound so familiar? Fine, we'll send our Zentraedi soldiers to recover it!
Oh. Right, we were going to work on them next week. OK. Well...we can take my Neon and try to find it. Can anyone loan me a few googleplex dollars for several lightyears of gas.
My mom warned me about cloning that guy again. Maybe one of these days i'll learn to listen to her.
Jiu Jitsuka
I run back to the window for no apparent reasona nd look away onto the battle field again.
"Darn, I am glag we are away from that", I say as I look into the distance where large clouds of smoke are still rising and a whole bunch of soldiers seem to have shown up out of no where and are firing aimlessly at everything.
I put on my helmet and run into the interrigation room.
"Lets get away from here. The troppics sounds mighty fine right about now!"
DietWaterCzar looks at me and says
"Ya... maybe." Then he turns back around and talks to the new arrival.
Jiu Jitsuka
Nice job on the comics by the way Draegos. B)
Tragic Bill
- At this point, Tragic Bill is actual wading through the battlefield, holding the Necrowombicon -
Hmmmm....
- Steps right between a battling Yukiist and a MihoCultist. They fight around him -
Well, this is weird... I should be dead by now...
- Stops to think about this fact, everyone wars around him -
Well...there's only one thing for me to do now.
- Several minutes later is sitting in the now fortified Anna Millers, sips his soda and reads the Necrowombicon. No one seems to notice him -
Final Furyk
Hmm so our fan wars have just kind of died so everyone could go to Anna Millers.
Mr T: I pity da foo who don't admire da view.
Macguyver: *no funny way to speak so he is just mute*
Furyk: Aw hell. Let's go. I'm bored, lonley and hungry.
And so we all went to Anna Millers.
What have we learned?
Fanservice, not war. Besides its not like any of the other girls are less cute, we just think that a certain girl or another is more cute.
Tragic Bill
- Kimiko comes to his table. She looks warily at the blue-haired raver reading the big demonic book -
"Hello! My name is Kimiko, and I will be your waitress this evening."
- She gets a little more wary when he grins evily at her -
Oh, Kimiko. Yeah, I know who you are. You're the one with the Fanboys...
- Swallowing, she nods -
"Yeah, yeah, I guess that's right... We, we don't get many people, of your unique fashion sense at Anna Millers..."
- Nods and smiles -
Yeah, well, I'm the President of the MihoCultists.
- Kimiko drops her tray with a clatter on the floor, no one seems to notice. her eyes go wide -
You, you're the President of the MihoFans!?
- She suddenly fears for her life -
What...what do you w-want?
- Smiles very evily at Kimiko -
I want the Spagetti Dinner please!
- facefaulting -
Phaedrus
quote:
"<Are you fighting in the Fanboy War yourselves for me?>" she asked me with those deep soulful eyes piercing my heart.
Thats it! I desperately pull a wad of napkins out of my shirt pocket, shuffling through them, looking for a poem.
Weitoresu-sama! Can I read you a poem about someone I admire?
quote:
Once again we see
Kimiko's self-reliance.
"I'll defend myself".
The one I admire stands up for herself. She also understands that maybe sometimes a little fantasy isn't such a bad thing...
Kimiko-sama, it's hard to grovel with these handcuffs on. Could you see your way clear to convincing those guerrillas to let us go? We're bystanders here. Content to worship from afar, rhyming the occasional paean to your beauty...harmless, really.
Arran-gay, et-gay eady-ray oo-tay un-ray...
Jiu Jitsuka
Looks at battle that has abruptly ended, mostly, and walks over to the serving area whith his Katana to make sure Kimiko is safe.
I then see her serving some guy with admitadly cool looking hair and Kimiko looking startled.
Derian Hatcheter
I heard the crash of the tray, but didn't expect this. Kimiko, in obvious ph34r, standing before some blue haired dude. A Mihotist.
Raising my minigun, I yelled at him: "Who are you?"
He turned his vicious grin on me, and reached for a large, leather book in front of him. Not wanting to put Kimiko's life at risk, I grabbed the nearest coffee pot and threw it toward him.
Toward a now empty booth. He had vanished.
dr_ishmael
[Continuing the story of the only "normal" person in MegaTokyo]
Getting over the weirdness that is drinking-coffee-with-spaghetti, my gaze wanders around the restaurant again. There seems to be some commotion in the back room that the first guy rushed out of. I catch a glimpse of two other men, hog-tied and in handcuffs, as the man returns through the door with the scientist in tow. One of the guards, with a set of cool-looking, blue-lensed binoculars, keeps running back and forth between the front door and the back room.
As I try to return my attention to eating the spaghetti, I hear a gunshot from the back room. I jump and prepare to run, but judging by the guards' reactions, it's nothing to worry about, so I take a forkful of noodles and begin chewing. I see Ootika-san is the chef today - the sauce has too much paprika. Not that that's a bad thing; I like paprika, really. Did you know that paprika can be distilled down to separate the color and flavor....
Interrupting my musings on the chemical nature of various spices, a raver with bright blue hair sits down in the next booth over, with his back to me. He's carrying a large, leather-bound book, which he begins reading as he waits for service. As luck would have it, he gets Kimiko - why not me?!
Something's not right, though. He seems to be scaring her... Omigod! She dropped her tray! She asks what he wants, and I think he says "spaghetti dinner." Ah, so he was just playing with her. Hope he gets the "waste-of-coffee" those pervs did yesterday. Instead, it seems he's gonna get the "pot-to-the-head" as a guard flings a pot towards his booth. As my luck would have it, though, the blue-haired guy up and disappears before the pot reaches him, and the pot instead collides with the booth where he was sitting, splashing some coffee over the divider and onto my spaghetti.
For some reason known only to themselves, the guard who threw the pot then walks off with the guard with the blue binocs, chatting about swords. "Daijoubu?" I look up to find Kimiko standing at my table. "<Were you burned by the coffee?>"
"Daijoubu," I reply in my broken Japanese, "<Only the spaghetti was damaged.>"
"<That's a relief,>" she says. "<I'd hate for any innocent people to be hurt by these silly Fanboy Wars. Would you like another plate?>"
"Hai," I reply, and she sets off for the kitchen. Only now do I realize that I left my wallet at the apartment and can't pay for the food. Doing quick head-math, I figure I can get there and back before my fresh plate of spaghetti is ready, so I get up and go to the front door. I step outside... and promptly step back inside and return to my table. I was sure Anna Miller's was a ground-floor establishment, but for some reason, we're now on top of a skyscraper.
DietWaterCzar
Where are we? I can't make this fit right now.... Maybe Garren can. Oh well, nothing wrong with tangential stories.
*Lala, study, study*
JRandomLurker
[ooc]this is just a silly one-shot, unless someone wants to take over the characters[/ooc]
Two men sat inconspicuously in the back of the Anna Millers. Impeccably pressed suits, perfectly done ties, clean white shirts, the pictures of normal Japanese businessmen. And they were watching the goings-on with smiles. They weren't just here for lunch.
They had been sent to observe, and report on, the battle. And it seemed everything was going perfectly. The reports said that Pirogoeth had succeeded in calming the nerves of the opposing fanboy armies somewhat. The reigning Fredart regime was lucky to have her for an ally, able to help restore peace so effectively. The first man asked for the check, politely thanked the waitress wearing a large bow that brought it, paid at the counter, and walked out the door with the other man in tow. They both agreed, silently, that Pirogoeth had indeed done well enough. It looked like the efforts of the Himitsu Desu Police would not be needed in restoring peace after all.
[ooc]he he... get it? ^_^ [/ooc]
Tanetris
(everyone else is posting about themselves in service to those they are devoted to, while I merely post about the one I am devoted to without putting myself in the story.. I wonder why? Ah well, pointless musings, on with Pirogoeth goodness.. Mebbe I'll put myself in this time)
From the high moutaintop, Pirogoeth looked down sadly on the battlefield she had just left. She felt three presences behind her, but recognized the auras immediately.
"Do you think they listened, Fred-dono?"
"I don't know, Pirogoeth-chan.. I made them, but they rule their own fates. Kimiko and Yuki shouldn't be too much of a problem as long as their fans listen to them, and Erika and Ping's fans don't seem to interested in the war to begin with, but it's Miho that concerns me. Once she has her mind set on something..."
Pirogoeth nodded, eyes still fixed on the battlefield, "And what will we do if it continues?"
"There is nothing I can do. If they don't choose to stop themselves, I don't know if even your powers can keep them apart."
Pirogoeth whirled on him, her eyes sparking with barely-suppressed rage, "You mean I should do nothing more to stop this stupid, pointless war than sit back and hope they come to their senses???"
Fred put a hand gently on her shoulder, "You must do what you must do. You, too, rule your own fate. I must go, but thank you for delivering my message. Go tend to your own fanboys, and do what you feel is right. I believe in you Pirogoeth. Rod, Sara, let's go.."
Fred departed, leaving Pirogoeth to her own contemplations. Would they listen? What could she do if they didn't? Of course, her powers could simply keep them separate for the rest of her life, but peace is more than the absence of war, and true peace is what she truly longed for. Pirogoeth sighed wistfully, and with a flicker of a thought translocated herself away from the mountaintop to a vastly different scene.
Light filled the long banquet hall, and happy fanboys chattered amongst themselves as they waited for the feast to begin. First one fanboy noticed Pirogoeth had materialized on her throne and elbowed his neighbors to look, then more, until the entire hall was silent and every eye was on Pirogoeth, who was now out of her battle armor and in her lighter informal robes of state. She stood and strolled from her throne toward her seat at the head as the fanboy just to the right of her seat, Tanetris if she remembered the name right, rose to hold the seat out for her. Pirogoeth smiled her thanks, gestured for the musicians to play, and sat down, signalling the commencement of the feast. This feast had been scheduled weeks ago, in honor of the announcement that her posters would be printed, and she would not let some silly war ruin it.
Pirogoeth was oblivious to various resumed chattering all around her, lost in her own thoughts, when suddenly she felt eyes upon her. She looked to her right, and noticed that there was only one person not drinking and chatting with his fellows, the same one who had held her chair.
"Does the drink displease you? I could get you something different if you like," she managed with a pleasant smile. These were her fans, she must give them a sense of security here.
Tanetris blushed, "Nay, M'Lady, the drink is fine, perfectly fine. It is you who concerns me, or rather your well-being. What is wrong?"
"What makes you think anything is wrong? Tanetris, isn't it?"
"I am honored and humbled that you recall my name among so many. What makes me think something is wrong is that you arrived late and are clearly distracted from enjoying tonight by other thoughts. Please, M'Lady, if there is anything we can do to help, we would do anything for you."
Just then, the first of several dishes was placed before Pirogoeth, a fine soup of some sort served with bread, she hadn't paid much attention to the menu. As was customary, she took a spoonfull in her mouth, nodded her approval, and servants came to pass out bowls of soup to all those at the table. Outwardly, Pirogoeth concentrated on her soup, leaving no time to respond to Tanetris just yet, but thoughts rolled in her mind. Each and every one of them would do anything for her. Could they help stop the pointless war? Would it be right to let them put themselves in danger for her?
DietWaterCzar
Ahhh... that was inspirational Tanetris. I have an idea of where to go now. This'll also be my last contribution to the story. Going out in a delightfully overly melodramatic way!
Oh and as for why I take this from a servant to the idol view? I like villainous roles, and I couldn't make Kimiko a villain now could I?
[Set a couple of minutes before the whole Kimiko serving people coffee and food again thing.]
"<I don't need or want you fighting for me. Please let those two men go.>" pleaded Kimiko-sama.
"But Kimiko-sama...." I tried to say something but no words would come out.
"<I'm tired of all the misery of all this fighting, I want in no way to be a part of it.>" Kimiko-sama said as she untied Garren and Phaedrus.
Kimiko-sama left the room and left me speechless. Garren and Phaedrus went on about some things "Don't you see now how wrong you were?" and such. I wasn't really listening though.
I'm tired of all the misery of all this fighting....
I'm tired of all the misery of all this fighting....
I'm tired of all the misery of all this fighting....
Those words kept repeating in my mind. I HATED seeing my Kimiko-sama so sad. Had it been anyone else they would have though to make peace, but my mind came up with something very different.
"I'm going to end ALL the misery once and for all!"
I stormed down to the tech lab and grabbed the head tech by the collar. He had seen me abuse subordinates before, but I was acting in a way that truly frightened him this time.
"Is it done yet?"
"Well yes, but it hasn't been tested yet"
"So it IS done?"
"Yes, si...." He managed to reply before I shot him in the head.
I grabbed the com and broadcast a message to the whole base. "Get your translocators and weapons ready! Get down to the ground and begin the attack on all fronts! Your only orders? KILL THEM ALL!"
I grabbed the experimental serum that we had developed and held it to the light. "With this power I will purify the world, and remove all that would cause my Kimiko-sama ill- will" With those words I injected my self with the Devil serum.
The serum that was derived from samples of many extra dimensional creatures so horrible one could only describe them as demons. It worked quickly and begun a horrendous transformation. My body ripped and swelled, talons and scales grew from my fingers and skin, and a pair of blood red, bat like wings grew from my back. Sure it was pretty generic, but it sure didn't feel ordinary.
I stormed out of the diner and reigned death upon the world. Sending down bolts of demonic lightning, burning entire armies with a wave of my hand, and simply ripping people apart with my bare hands.
The more death and destruction I caused the stronger I became, and to add to that my own mind began to submerge. My body grew a mind of it's own that reveled in death. I could still watch but I no longer had control. I wasn't even me anymore, I was The Creature. As disconcerting as it was, I did not mind. The Creature was doing just as I wished, destroying everything and purifying the land. I didn't even mind when it turned on my own troops, I just didn't care anymore. The Creature was such a creature of unimaginable darkness and evil, that even the Mihoites were scared senseless.
Suddenly, the creature sensed another presence.
It was Pirogoeth.
Anger raged though the creature and myself as we attacked her head on. Talon and sword, armor and scales, light and darkness. Much to my surprise (but not The Creature's) we were more than a match for the champion of light. Our fight tore the heavens and scorched the Earth. Fighting on the ground came to a halt as the two beings of immense power dueled.
During this duel, the diner had been knocked off the skyscraper. Fortunately, Garren and Phaedrus had managed to get everyone out safe and sound, especially Kimiko-sama. Out of the corner of my eye (or rather The Creature's eye) I saw my Kimiko-sama. What I saw would have made me stop in my tracks completely if I had control of my body.
She was sad.
More than that, she was absolutely grief stricken. She was so taken aback by the carnage on the ground she almost didn't notice The Creature and Pirogoeth fighting. It was more than I could bear. I finally realize what "I'm tired of all the misery of all this fighting" meant. And I was causing it....
At that moment I was able to gain a small amount of control over my body again. The Creature struggled to break free but I held it back as best as I could. I looked forward to see Pirogoeth prepare the deathblow. I could see in her eyes that she knew what was going on in my mind.
Right before the final blow struck I could see Pirogoeth mouth the words:
"I'm sorry."
The attack hit its mark. The Creature... the leader of the Kimiko Army... the loyal Kimiko fan... ceased to be.
WELL! That was cheesy and melodramatic wasn't it?
The story will go on, but my character is gone, and even if someone revives me, I won't write anymore for this.
telliamed
Erika stands on a street corner below the high-rise. With her is a small group of cloaked men. As the Pirogoeth fights the abomonation behind them, they turn their gaze upwards at the collapsing bunker.
"This is not good," says Erika.
One of the men, iRev. Etienne Telliamed, shakes his head. "No, definitely not," He says. "I believe it is far past the time for us to act."
The group murmurs consent. They gather in a circle and begin chanting.
Pirogoeth destroys the monster -- the former leader of the Kimiko Army -- and it's enormous, tortured body falls to the ground...
Time stands still.
The creature's body hovers in the air. The Anna Millers restaurant hovers in the air. An explosion is frozen in a blue-grey cloud on the distant battlefield.
"Now," Etienne says, "Let's see if we can't begin to clean this mess up."
(deus ex machina is your friend!)
placido
I loped through the streets of this strange grey city with it's tall buildings and boarded windows. Wierd things had been happening all around me. People milling, pitched battles forming and disappearing. Not to mention the existence of a city in the middle of the Candar plains.
My Katana had tasted blood. A battle had formed around me like a deadly mist and, after they felt the coldness of death in my steel, fled, a school of minnows dispersing before the shark. The battles seemed to be occuring mainly between people who worshiped a sad looking godess and another group who followed a godess called Miho.
For the past two hours I had been circling closer to the epi-center that was the bunker. I avoided the melees where and when I could for the fighting hindered my progress and sapped my energy. Now I was close. I turned the corner of the block and saw my goal. Twenty perhaps twenty-five feet infront of me it stood the one story tall bunker with a bright neon sign proclaiming it's existence to all the world. Perhaps it was my imagination but the sign seemes to read, "Mistake." I blinked and the lines reformed and the pattern disappeared. It might be a mistake but I had no other option. Time was running out and faster than I thought for as I shifted my weight forward the restaurant dissapeared!
I stumbled to a halt. There was no explosion. No inrush of air filling a vacuum. No clap of thunder. This was not magic, it was above and beyond magic. I knew this place and the realisation loosened my bladder. This was a non-place. A place created by the imagination of beings far superior to me. I started to run back the way I had come. Time was limited now. Non-places conformed to the whims of the beings who created it. At any moment they could grow bored or imagine a new situation and this world could simply cease to exist and me along with it.
"Oh please God wait." I panted. "Wait."
Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the street 50 yards infront of me tearing a hole a showering debris over the parked cars. The concussive boom washed over me so loud it was silent. Shaking my head I found myself on the ground, my head numb, pain a distant memory. Something wet was on my neck. I reached up to my ears and felt the wetness. Blood. My ears were bleeding. I pushed myself up and looked back over my shoulder. A huge demonic creature was heading my way destroying all before it. Hordes of people were dying at it's feet. Lightning coruscated from it's hands and back both down into the hapless bodies of it's victims and up into the sky vapourising clouds. I dimly noticed a skyscraper behind it with a neon sign at the top.
My adrenaline levels surged to new levels and I felt my systems warning me of impending shock. I braced myself as my brain managed to get my attention and started dishing out huge servings of pain. My jaw clenched as I accessed my emergency program and kicked it into life. The program shutdown major pain receptors and numbed the damaged areas, jacked my adrenal levels and shot Claudaline into my bloodstream. Claudaline was one of the dangerous drugs. It removed fatigue, improved confidence and coordination and hightened senses to danger. It was also highly addictive.
My hightened senses immediately picked out a bright creature moving towards a confrontation with the monstrosity. Time to leave!
I spun and, crouching low, scooped up my Katana as I broke into a sprint. Another lightning bolt struck a car just behind me and exploded. The shockwave almost knocked me down but I managed to keep my footing and used the shockwave to clear some rubble in an eight foot leap. Landing I risked another glance behind me. The monster was in battle with a glowing creature of extraordinary beauty, Pirogoeth. My heart quailed as I realised that she was losing. And I ignored my feelings. These beings were figments of powerful imaginations. They would survive even if they died here today. I for one would like to live today. I consciously shot another 2 ml of Claudaline into my system and pushed off with renewed vigour, the false sense of invulnerability giving me wings.
I could see the edge of this world where it met the plains of Candar. Half-a-mile. The empty streets gave me a clear run to the edge where this world met mine. I could see the line where concrete merged with grass and set my goal.
Twenty yards away and my legs were starting to burn. The Claudaline kept me fresh but I knew I would pay a high price. Even now I was considering injecting more. I pushed the thought away and concentrated on running. Finally the threshold was reached and I slowed and stopped on the top of the hill where I'd left Razar.
I held onto the saddle and panted trying to regain my breath. Rumaging in the saddle pack I pulled out a fresh canteen of water and gluped some fresh water as I dialed in my enhanced vision and turned to watch the battle.
Somehow the beautiful glowing being had won. I could see the body of the monster on the ground with smaller people surrounding it. They appeared to be tearing into the being ripping shreds of flesh of it's carcass and digging into the insides. As they got near the center the carcass seemed to move and a human coated in blood and bile pushed forth from it's stomach. How had he lived?
It had been a long day and I was tired. I sat on the ground with some rations secure in the knowledge that what had infringed on my territory was a non-place and could not affect this world in a permanent way.
As I sat on that hill chewing my dried beef a person appeared next to me. I felt no suprise and no fear and I knew that this being CHOSE for me to only feel contentment. He was about my height yet slimmer without the bulk of a fighting man. He seemed like a scholar and had a great compassion behind his green eyes and a hint of mischief. His hair was cropped short like mine and I knew that he was one of those people with whom i would feel completely at ease.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"You'll know me as Placido." he replied.
"The same name as me."
"No. If you think about it you'll realise that your name is Pascha."
And as I thought about it I realised that it was true. My name had always been Pascha and I could not work out why I had thought my name was Placido.
"Why are you here?" I thought but I spoke the thought as if my brain was wired directly to my mouth and he replied so quickly that it seemed as if he knew my thought before I had spoke it.
"I'm just here to point out some things for you. You see that world into which you so carelessly ventured? That's a place created by the Gods for entertainment. You know that you can die there yet I might ask you to venture into such worlds again to right certain wrongs. Will you do that for me?"
"But why should I risk my life for you?" and as I asked the question I sensed untold fear, pity and a depth of knowledge into which I could not see. Above and beyond all those feelings, was a deep feeling of pride and love for me.
"Look over there." he pointed.
Into the rift I peered and saw a young female figure. She was asian with dark eyes and a ribbon wound through her long straight hair. She was wearing a dark short skirt and tights. She had a young figure and I could tell she was a determined person. She moved behind a building and the rift closed leaving the plains unbroken.
"Her name is Miho."
"What does she have do with the rifts?"
"Nothing yet she has everything to do with you. I cannot command you to do anything for me. Commanding you would destroy who I am."
And as Placido talked to me I knew that the explanation was for himself and that the decision was mine.
"I will follow you." I said simply.
lord_cobrafire
"Lord Cobrafire."
I turn around to see the Cobrafire Angels standing there in full battle attire, waiting for battle.
"Sorry ladies," I replied, "looks like I didn't need you after all. Sorry about that."
"Well what do we do now," asked Melenie
"Well, since you guys are here, look for any casualties and take them to the hospital. After that, help with damage control. I have to find the guy I gave the BFG to before it overheats and wipe us all out."
As I travel within seconds, I see the chaos all around me and came to the conclusion that even though I'm a Miho fan, I shouldn't jumped in this fight in the first place. sensing the radiation getting stronger, I see the charred remains of the unlucky bastard who use the BFG at close range, and sure enough, it was overheating.
As I prepare to cast X-Zone, I find myself heavily depleted of mana. I then smack myself on the head, remembering that I used too much when I revived all those killed earlier. As the weapon reachs detonation, I come to the conclusion that this is karma at work. When it reaches critical, I state the last words suitable for situations like these.
"Oh Sh-"
All of a sudden I see a bright light.
Then darkness.
The next thing I know, I find myself in a bed in Meagan's Hospital, my chest an right arm bandaged and myself connected to 3 differnt machines. I turn around to see Tammi sitting over me.
"Ian no baka!" she only uses my real name when she's mad at me.
"Why am I still alive," I asked. Then remembering the BFG, I start to get up.
"Wait! don't get up!"
"I can't stay here. If that blast did any damage, I have to fix it."
"It's already been taken care of."
"Nani?"
Tammi then hands me a note addressed to me.
I read the note and was shocked by the author.
It was Lady Miho herself.
I sit up on the bed with new determination.
"Tammi."
"Hai!"
"Get the leaders of all three factions here immediatley," I said. "It's time to do what I should've done in the first damn place."
"What's that," she asked
"Negotiate a truce."
Note: For info on the Cobrafire Angels, go to my website. I just hope I did this right.
Jiu Jitsuka
"Wow" I thought to myself.
I looked around and refelected at the scene before me. "DietWaterCzar is..." I said out loud.
"He took a lot of people with him didn't he?" some one said to me from behind.
"Yes" I responded, "He took so many but he gave himself up"
Now being the first in command of the Kimiko fanboys (I was about 15th in command earlier that same day) I turned to group of people on a street which was formed of Kimiko and her followers and Erika and her fanboys (traditional friends) plus some other people. The crowd was scared and in caos. I had no idea where the other MT girls were or their followers but I decided it was time to get out of here.
"Alright!" I yelled "it is time to get out of here!" The crowd all gave their attention to me except for two poets in the back. "We should get away from this wrekage."
After a small meeting we decided to head north away from the city toward some clear skies and fields of green. As we left the clouds of black smoke and the Miho and Yuki fanboys and everyone else who was still allive in the city and the area south of it where the battle had been.
After walking for 5 kilometres we rested for the night and quickly set up a small base with some lama farmers.
It is a bit corny but what can I do. The story will soon be over.
Tragic Bill
- Tragic Bill bursts through the Anna Millers door, looking very pissed off. For some reason, he's also soaking wet and covered in seaweed. His hair, in the proper anime fashion is undesturbed, blue and spiky. He opens the Necrowombicon and turns it upsode down. An impossible amount water and several fish pour out-
I HATE HAVING TO DO THAT!!!!!!
- Shakes the water out of his clothes -
ALL I WANTED WAS MY SPAGETTI DINNER!!!!!
- Stubbornly sits down in a booth -
I DEMAND SERVICE!!!!!
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by Jiu Jitsuka:
"Alright!" I yelled "it is time to get out of here!" The crowd all gave their attention to me except for two poets in the back.
I didn't read this one ahead of time, but I think our posts can mesh okay if it's assumed that we weren't paying attention because we were unconscious. ^_^;;
Tragic Bill
- grumbles -
Appearing in the ocean....
- yells -
I NEED A WAITRESS OVER HERE! KIMIKO!
Tragic Bill
- Kimiko hesitantly comes to where Tragic Bill sits dripping and annoyed -
"Yes....hello again, Mr. MihoCultist President, uh, how may I serve you?"
- she grins nervously -
Yes, thank you . I would like your Spagetti Dinner and a glass of Pepsi please.
- She nods nervously, smiling nervously, and goes off to get his order -
- yells after her -
AND SOME NAPKINS PLEASE!!!!!!
- goes back to reading the Necrowombicon and waiting for his order-
Tragic Bill
FANWAR: A RESOLUTION IS IN SIGHT
- Tragic Bill sits in his booth, enjoying his Spagetti Dinner and reading the Necrowombicon and drying himself off with the napkins. It seems that even though he's the President of the MihoFans, he's the only one who hasn't gotten into the war. He looks around, noting that he's the only customer left in the resteraunt -
Hmmmm.... this is interesting. I wonder where everyone went...
- Takes off his glasses and wipes them with a napkin. Spots Kimiko across the resteraunt and waves her over smiling -
Hey! Enemy of my Undead Master!
- She hesitantly comes over -
"Y-yes s-sir?"
So, I was wondering, what do you know about my Darkly Cute Master?
- Kimiko, unprepared for the question thinks for a moment -
"Well...I've heard that she, um, is a Zombie... And, uh, has a very devoted cult worshipping her. And she wears dark colors when not in her school fuku, and... Oh! She likes going to raves!"
- Tragic Bill nods, pleased that his Goddess' enemy has a rudimentary understanding -
Yeah, that's right. I was wondering, could you talk with your people about stopping this war? I mean, as a Miho-ist, I love chaos and destruction as more then anyone, but my Master wishes us to go about the business of worshipping her and finding sacrificial ravers so, could try to convince them? I mean, we're really not SO bad...
- Taken aback by the Miho-ist President's request to STOP the war, Kimiko nods -
"I, I guess so... I could try it, I guess..."
Great. I'll go tell our people.
- Tragic Bill vanishes like before, suprising Kimiko -
- Appears in the middle of the battle, no one notices. He grins evily to himself -
Alright. I've talked with Kimiko. Now, I just have to find Yuki-Chan...
- Grins and vanashes again -
- Somewhere in the ocean: SPLOOSH! -
AUW DAMMIT!!!!!!!
Derian Hatcheter
I made my way back to Anna Miller's, leaving the carnage on the street behind me. DietWaterCzar had slaughtered a lot of fanboys. My helmet was scorched, and the number had been burned off of my sleve.
Thank God I wore a visor, or I might be blind right now. As is, the grey, half melted plastic was difficult to see through. I dropped the helmet and my minigun as soon as I walked through the door.
The restaurant was strangely quiet. The soldiers, scientists, and cross dressing ninja-waiters were all gone. The poets had disappeared too.
The spaghetti-and-coffee guy was still there, though he was now having ice cream, and drinking milk. I mused for a moment about his unusual beverage choices, until Kimiko herself walked up to me.
Her eyes spoke volumes, and I felt my self become strangely calm. I saw concern in her eyes, for my health, I think. There was also a sadness and weariness there. But most of all, there was hope. She offered me a drink.
"<The Miho-Cultist President just left>," she said. I started to move for the door, but she placed a hand on my arm. "<He wants to negotiate peace. He says Miho wants peace.>"
I was dumbfounded. The Miho-tists, pushing for peace? How could this be?
"<Jiu Jitsuka took command. He led the other fanboys north from here, saying they would camp out side the city. Will you tell them to go, and make peace with the others?>"
How could I refuse such a request from the one I swore to protect. "Kimiko-sama, it will be as you say."
Ignoring how sore and tired I was, I set off in search of the others.
DietWaterCzar
quote:
Originally posted by Garran:
I had never been exactly in awe of DietWaterCzar's genetic code, but I would have been the first to admit that there were any number of ways that one could go about making him uglier, and apparently someone had made a game out of trying to find all of them, leaving him winged, very strong, and severely irritated in the process.
DevilBloodCzar screeched his rage and pain at the world, and took off towards the nearest battlefield.
Hehe, DevilBloodCzar. You know it occurs to me that we haven't had anyone give any Yuki-sided accounts of the war. Especially strange since this thead was started by the YLF.
Derian Hatcheter
quote:
Originally posted by DietWaterCzar:
Hehe, DevilBloodCzar. You know it occurs to me that we haven't had anyone give any Yuki-sided accounts of the war. Especially strange since this thead was started by the YLF.
Maybe Drageos will make another announcement with which to close the war. That'd be kinda cool.
Jiu Jitsuka
The camp was now being set up around the lama farmers who were nice enough to feed us a little food while we made Anna miller's # twom our new bunker except this time it would be stronger. That would help since we no longer have the eleporter thing and the old anna miller's had all its windows smashed and was generally in ruins as we abandonded it.
Then something very important occured to me. WHERE WAS KIMIKO???
"WHERE IS KIMIKO!??" I then yelled accross the camp.
An erika loyalist with a shovel then looked up and said "She said she needed to finish her shift!"
If I were DietWaterCzar I would have shot him. Just in memory of him though I shot his helmet off while I yelled "DARN IT! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO???"
I then put one of the poets in charge ( he seemed to like Kimiko alot) and went out to the city again to get Kimiko.
We arrived at the ruined diner and searched for Kimiko. When we found her she said "Hello welcome to Anna Miller's!" With a brilliant smile and those beautiful eyes, of course, "Please take a seat and I will be with you in moment"
"KIMIKO! We have to get you out of here!" I said.
"Sorry, my shift isn't over for another 5 minutes", she said. She then shrugged and took our order.
Seven minutes later we were off and out of the city to our camp.
I thought I made it clear Kimiko went with us :P Ohwell
dr_ishmael
[Notice: the first line here is an edit of the last line of my last post.]
I was sure Anna Miller's was a ground-floor establishment, but for some reason, we're now on top of Tokyo Tower.
I really need to take a leak.
While I'm washing my hands, I hear a loud explosion from out in the main room, and then I sense... something. As if the restaurant were falling... through time... I feel nauseous, and promptly return to the stall.
When I emerge from the restroom, all the armed guards and cross-dressed waitresses are gone. In fact, everyone's gone, except the usual employees. I go back to my table to find a fresh, steaming-hot plate of spaghetti waiting for me. Determined to get full satisfaction from this portion, I dig right in. I only get a couple of bites before the blue-haired raver bursts back in, sopping wet and covered with... seaweed? Now that's kinda strange. What would a raver be doing with seaweed? I can't think of any sort of drug-like effects seaweed would have, so why would he be carrying that much around with him?
He opens the leather-bound book and releases the contents of a small pond onto the floor of the restaurant. The spreading liquid washes away much of the debris from earlier, and to my surprise, washes a 1,000� bill right up to my foot. "Lucky," I think, "that should be just enough to pay for my food here."
Completely engrossed on removing the seaweed from himself, the raver fails to notice me bending over in my booth. He shakes the water from his duster before sitting down, an action which confers upon me a very briny shower. Yelling, "All I wanted was my spaghetti dinner!" he flops into the booth in front of me as I sit up, dripping with seawater and annoyance. Not being the sort of person to enjoy conflict, though, I simply return to the restroom to dry myself off while he yells for a waitress.
When I emerge for the second time from the restroom, the restaurant is again deserted. My hopes for a simple spaghetti dinner now being completely dashed, I decide it's time for some desert. I go to the counter to order a mint-chocolate-chip ice cream cone and a glass of milk, and then I take them back to my booth. Er, maybe not; it's still covered with seawater. Concluding that my booth had been cursed by some capricious spirit, I take a clean booth across the room.
One of the two guards who had been chatting about swords comes in the door, dropping his helmet and machine gun. Kimiko, whom I had not noticed was still around, walks up to him. They converse quietly for a moment, after which the guard salutes and leaves, forgetting his helmet and gun. A couple minutes later, the other half of the sword-talk pair shows up, searches out Kimiko, and pleads with her, "Kimiko! We have to get you out of here!" She tells him to wait another five minutes until her shift is over, so he orders a drink and sits down at a table.
Realizing that I'd finished my ice cream cone and was now nursing an empty glass of milk, I walk up to the counter to pay my bill. As Kimiko takes my money, she gets a pitying look in her eyes and says, "<I saw what happened to you during all this. Because of what you suffered at the hands of my fanboys, I'm not going to charge you for the spaghetti, since you never had a chance to enjoy it.>"
"<Kimiko-san... I-, I...,>" I stammer in reply. "... Doumo arigatou, Kimiko-san."
She smiles as she hands me my change, a beautiful, gentle smile that gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling all over. I turn and walk out the door, and I stand on the sidewalk in front of Anna Miller's for a moment, gazing up at the sunny, clear blue sky. Then, umbrella in hand, I stroll off down the street towards my apartment.
Just then, the realization hits me. I slept through a P-Chem test this morning. SH*T!
[ooc] P-Chem, for those who don't know, is shorthand for Physical Chemistry, and is the toughest chemistry course ever. I have a test tomorrow, and I sincerely hope that this doesn't actually happen. (laugh emoticon) Welp, better get to studying! [/ooc]
mlamdin
I walked into the Cave of Evil, a smoking rocket launcher on my back and a Sith lightsaber in my hand. Across the floor of pulsating ravers, I could barely make out the form of our Darkly Cute Goddess.
Normally, ravers don't stop raving for anything short of dawn (undead dislike dawn, y'know), or perhaps a nuclear explosion, but they parted in front of me as I approached. I guess these lightsaber thingies have some unexpected uses. Soon, I came into the presence of Miho-sama. She turned to me with one of her trademark unreadable expressions, as I tried not to get lost in her eyes.
"How goes the peace effort, my minion?"
"There seems to be a lessoning of fire from the Kimiko side. I think that Tragic Bill has gotten his message through. The Yuki front is as nasty as ever."
"How... interesting. Go then, and assist Tragic Bill in his efforts to find Yuki. Business is down because of the war." She turns around, then adds a last pronouncement in a whisper. "And I need... fresh blood..."
"Yes, Miho-sama!"
I return to the battlefield, unshouldering the rocket launcher. Hey, if the battle is ending soon, I better get in as much fun as I can...
5 minutes and a large number of frags later, I reach the entrance to Anna Miller's. The guard at the door attempts to stop me, but is shortly convinced otherwise by a lightsaber point about an inch from his nose. I put my rocket launcher away as I head inside, holding the deactivated saber loosely in my hand.
Looking around, I spot Tragic Bill at a nearby table, a scowl on his face as he stares at the electric eel currently holding his spaghetti dinner hostage. A dripping wet Necrowombicon lies on the table next to him. I walk up to the table and cut the eel in half with my blade. He looks up and nods in thanks.
"Finally, I can eat in peace. I cannot BELIEVE what I went through for this meal."
I smile apologetically. "Actually, message from Miho-sama. She wants us to get to Yuki herself ASAP."
Tragic Bill growls, then shrugs. "Ah well, good thing I got this to go then." He picks up his meal and the sopping wet Necrowombicon as we head toward the door. He glances behind him and frowns. "Hey, I thought I got everything..."
I grin. "Free passes to the Cave of Evil. Hey, we may be trying to stop the war, but whoever said anything about conversions? Besides, I am the XO of Convertees. Let's go, Mr. President."
"True enough. Time to find Yuki."
Jiu Jitsuka
As we run toward the base that was being created in the north I don't see any more Yuki and Miho fans fighting each other. I am suddenly very releaved. The darkness in the sky has also subsided. It is now rainy though.
I reach the camp and see that the new Anna Miller's is complete.
"IT IS MAGNIFICANT!" I say regarding the sight before me. I enter into the new building and past by security doors and I smiled.
Kimiko looked at it and said "It is wonderful! Just like the old one but with re-inforced everything and a... poetry section?"
Little did she know that is has automative defences. No need to tell her...
Well it seems that the fan war is over, just as well. It is a good thing. Someone told me someone is going aroudn reviving people, perhaps another war will begin but ohwell.
Time to relax and start repairs *sips drink*
dr_ishmael
quote:
Originally posted by Tragic Bill:
- COUGH COUGH - Lets not start a Fan-War.
Waaaaaay back in only the 8th post to this thread, we were advised not to start a fan-war. Did we listen? No. Did it escalate out of hand and turn into a flame war? No. Did we all have a great time employing our collective energies to create what is surely a praiseworthy fanfic story? Yes.
That's what I love about the MT community, and that's why I'll be around till the final MT strip is posted.
dr_ishmael
quote:
Originally posted by Jiu Jitsuka:
The darkness in the sky has also subsided. It is now rainy though.
Hmm, I swear I said something about "gazing up at the sunny, clear blue sky"... Oh well, I guess the different realities thing has expanded to the fans, as well. That's cool with me. :)
wizardofkitty
I stood up from my table unable to be served because of the greedy fanboys. I walked outside Anna Miller's because there was no more battles going on today. I fear that they had not learn the true meaning of loss and pain of war or the experience to notice the enemy's weakness.
I'd figured that to every battle, there will be a winner. Therefore, the fanboys were all taking a rest.
It was getting late myself, I laid a rose to where DietWaterCzar died and retired to my own quaters where I had my own piro shrine.
Aeonus
The ravers at the Cave of Evil, recognizing me as a Miho-fanboy, kindly drag me in and treat my wounds, give me water, and treat me to a meal.
Refreshed, renewed, and more cognitive than when I had collapsed, I set out towards the battlefield. Seems I'm not in very good shape, because even after all that running, it only takes a few minutes of walking to get back.
I was completely unprepared for what greets my eyes. A huge demon carcass sits in the middle of the battlefield. The Anna Millers is empty. The only activity is aiding the wounded and the cleaning up that grotesque corpse.
This is no place for me. I'm no medic. I'm not even a soldier anymore. I'm just a man with nowhere to go. Maybe I should find some army that could use me.
No.
Time to live life on my own terms, put this behind me. All of it. The killing, the pain, the running. I'll do what I always wanted to. I'll be an adventurer, hunting treasure wherever the wind takes me. A smile sneaks over my face as I think about MY future for the first time in many years. I haven't smiled in years, either.
I turn away from the battlefield. This chapter comes to an end. However, this is only the beginning of my story.
I start walking. I don't know when I'll stop.
Wheee! Fun! Well, that ends my part of this thread. I'm not done with this character, however. If the situation comes up, he may return to the board.
Anyway, we HAVE to do this again sometime.
Tragic Bill
- Tragic Bill and BGMaster wade through the fighting merceneries. Not being noticed by the warring Fans must be another effect of the Necrowombicon. Tragic Bill pauses to look at the battle and points to the merceneries dressed as ravers -
I hope we're not paying these guys. We may be a dark cult, but we're not rich. We can't afford it.
- They continue along their way, BGMaster randomly blasting people, but since he's under the Necrowombicon's protection, everyone else is just staring, wondering where the rounds are coming from. They continue walking until they see the huge concrete monolith in which Yuki is being protected by her followers -
Ahh, pleasingly dismal... Perhaps Master can use it as a summer home once the war's over...
- Is snapped out of his thinking by a shell impacting the side of the monolith, leaving a black scorch mark -
Alright then. If you'd stay outside and keep watch, I'll go in and have a little talk with our friend, Yuki-Chan. Miho-Sama wants this war ended, so as her servents we must end it!
- Dissappears, leaving BGMaster to stand guard outside -
- Deep in the heart of the Concrete Monolith, Yuki-Chan sits in a small, cheerful room. All her things have been brought in to make her feel more comfortable. She sits in the middle of the room, hugging her teddybear. She speaks quietly to herself -
"I don't like this. When will the war be over..."
Right away, if you want it.
- Tragic Bill stands behind Yuki-Chan, pulling long strands of seaweed off himself and ringing out his spiky blue hair -
- Yuki gasps and spins around, clutching her bear tighter. Her eyes are wide in fear. She knows that people dressed as ravers are MihoCultists, and MihoCultists do NOT like YukiFans. And if they don't like her FANS, what does that mean for her? -
Y-you're a MihoCultist!
- Tragic Bill smiles, trying to be reassuring but he ends up scaring Yuki more -
I'm President of the MihoCultists, actually.
- Yuki's eyes get even wider and she scoots along the floor till her back is pressed against the wall -
"How, how did you get in here? There aren't even any doors! Mr. Dreagos said I would be safe here!"
- Tragic Bill laughs, and Yuki goes to scream but he rushes over and puts a hand over her mouth -
Sorry. Being evil just comes naturally. I've come to deliver to you a message from my Master, her Dark-Gloriousness, Miho Sama.
- Yuki's a little curious now -
"Why would Miho want to talk to
me ?"
- Takes off his glasses and wipes them in his most casual manner -
As I said when I came in, we want to end the war.
- Yuki is confused -
But don't MihoCultists feed off of chaos and destruction? Why would you want to end the war?
- Tragic Bill sighs -
Well, the truth of the matter is that ever since the FanWar started, attendance at The Cave of Evil has dropped dramatically. Sure we feed on chaos, but the money we get from that place pays for alot of Anna Millers Spaghetti Dinners. Plus there are the Uniforms, the Donuts and Coffee at our meetings AND the insurance! You have no idea how much insurance a Dark Cult needs.
- Yuki thinks for a moment -
"So this is for purely monitary reasons?"
- Nods, happy that Yuki is getting it -
That's right. Otherwise, we'd be happy to subjigate you! But as it is, we just can't afford it. I'm not even sure we have enough in our treasury to covere the merceneries...providing any survive.
- Yuki nods thoughtfully as Tragic Bill concludes -
So, my Master, Miho-Sama bids be give you this message: Talk to your people, your Fans. Convince them to stop this pointless war. You are their goddess, they will listen to you.
- Yuki thinks for a second then says quietly -
"Yes, I will tell them"
- Tragic Bill is very pleased -
That's great! Miho-Sama will be thrilled! Or, as thrilled as Miho-Sama gets, that is.
- Goes to dissappear, but pauses -
Hey, you wouldn't be willing to join us Miho-Cultists would you? No? Oh well, it was worth a shot! Goodbye for now, Yuki-Chan!
- Tragic Bill vanashes and Yuki-Chan thinks of how to talk to her Fans -
- Reappears outside the Monolith -
BGMaster, mission accomplished. Miho-Sama will be pleased. Lets go back to Anna Millers, I'll buy you a Black Death Sunday.
mlamdin
"Excellent, Tragic Bill, excellent. Perhaps, for our successful part in the mission, Miho-sama will grant us a full view of her glorious eyes."
"I hope so."
We return to Anna Miller's, stepping through legions of fanboys just now ceasing to fight and beginning to lick their wounds. Again, through the power of the Necrowombicon, we are not noticed. Soon, we reach Anna Miller's.
"Well, let's go celebrate via the time honored Death by Sundae method."
"Just a moment." I step into a nearby crater and emerge a moment later with a change in garb. Tragic Bill shoots me a curious look.
"What's the outfit for?"
"You'll see."
We enter, sit down and order. Surprisingly, despite the fact that the place is packed (it seems others also wish to celebrate), we are served our food in record time.
I grin evilly. "First rule of serving people. Always give the guy who looks like a Sith Lord his meal first."
"So that's what's behind your costume."
"Of course. Besides, I figured I'd chip in. You pay, I make sure we get the food before the next comic. I figured this costume is appropriate - Dark Side, Darkly Cute Side, not that much of a difference, y'know?"
Glancing over across the restaurant, I notice the pile of free passes I left earlier is significantly smaller.
"Looks like we may have some new recruits."
"Excellent. Business should be back to normal soon. A toast to Miho-sama, Goddess of the Darkly Cute."
"To Miho-sama."
Derian Hatcheter
As I hiked to the new base, I passed Jiu Jitsuka. I told him that Kimiko had told me to stop the fighting. Jiu seemed pleased with this, but still worried for Kimiko's safety. Tired and unarmed, I made my was to the new Anna Miller's.
It was just like the old, but looked sturdier. Some of the staff had already come over to this location. I sat down and ordered a mint chocolate-chip ice cream cone. My head hurt so much I didn't even think of chewing.
Fanboys of all parties began filing in, laughing and talking, arguing the finer points of mecha anime. I tuned the television over the counter to the Leafs-Caps game, and tried to start a conversation with the cute waitress with the bow.
Things seemed so simple now, so much better. Perhaps there wasn't one who was better than all others. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Jiu arrived with Kimiko. She seemed pleased with the new facility, and her smile lit up the world.
Man this was cool! Great escapism for me while at work. ;) You guys have been great, and I hope you liked my meager attempts at adding to the story.
Take it easy folks, I'll catch ya later. :)
Hatch
wizardofkitty
Since I'm not in my charie now, I guess I should say that maybe we should have a rpg section of the forums. this is way fun! besides, who knows if this war shall continue. *plotting*
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by WizardOfKitty:
Since I'm not in my charie now, I guess I should say that maybe we should have a rpg section of the forums. this is way fun! besides, who knows if this war shall continue. *plotting*
(OOC)
For some reason that concept terrifies me; perhaps it's that the spontenaity of this was part of the charm, or that I'm afraid of how chaotic it might become when the population gets truly large.
However, if this thread does succeed in midwifing such a section, there would be at least a short period (or longer if it seemed to be working) in which I was terribly excited and participated constantly, so consider yourself to have my tentative support. ^_^;;
Tanetris
(Well now, seems Pirogoeth-sama has been busy.. In fact, everyone's been kinda busy.. I suppose I'll add my take, though it seems I'll be rewinding a bit ;))
Just as the third course, a noodle dish, was being served, Pirogoeth's eyes suddenly went wide at what she sensed. "No.. It cannot be... They couldn't have..." she whispered to herself, drawing the attention of a handful of the nearest fanboys, though the rest continued eating obliviously.
Pushing back her chair and transforming her informal robes of state into her battle armor with a thought, Pirogoeth stood and announced to the table, "All of you, please, continue to enjoy. I must deal with something," and with that disappeared.
Her actions from when she disappeared are now legendary, but the untold story is of one brave Pirogoeth fanboy who understood. There was a battle, somewhere, where Pirogoeth's powers were needed and might even be seriously challenged. Wordlessly, Tanetris stood from the table and ran down the hall, out into the corridor, out of Pirogoeth's palace, and continued running all the way to the battlefield, led unerringly by the light of Pirogoeth's aura.
As Tanetris came close enough to make out the forms of the fight, he found his revelation to be correct, and what was more, Pirogoeth was losing. She needed help, and lowly fanboy though he be, he was going to do what he could against that monstrousity.. Coming closer, Tanetris noticed a figure who he couldn't identify near the monster, and though he couldn't hear the words, he saw how they struck the monster more deeply than Pirogoeth's sword. Yes, some will say that Pirogoeth slew the monster, but the deeper truth is that the monster slew itself, Pirogoeth was merely the weapon.
All was not well yet, however. As the monster fell, so did Pirogoeth, her energy drained. Tears in his eyes, Tanetris ran on until he came to the side of his goddess's crumpled form, laying on the ground with her eyes closed, and kneeled beside her. "M'Lady? Pirogoeth-sama? Are you okay? Please live, M'Lady.."
Pirogoeth's eyes opened slightly, a small smile forming on her lips, "Tanetris? I thought I told you to enjoy the feast. Was the food really so bad that you had to come all this way?"
Tanetris smiled back, "Aye, M'Lady, it seems the food just didn't taste the same without the guest of honor present. Can you get up?"
"I... I think I need some water. Can you get me some please?"
"I saw a spring not too far back as I came, but I'll not leave you like this, M'Lady. I'm afraid there's really only one option," Tanetris declared as he scooped her up in his arms. She was much lighter than he would have thought, though the armor dug into his arms a bit uncomfortably. He carried her a little under a mile to the spring, where she drank her fill.
"My magic is still drained, but I think I can walk on my own two feet back to the palace, if you give me a few minutes to rest."
"M'Lady, it would be my honor to accompany you. Rest, I need to go take care of something," and with this Tanetris darted off into the darkness. He returned, not too long afterward, and handed Pirogoeth her sword. Pirogoeth smiled her thanks and thought to herself Yes, they will do anything for me, and they'll put themselves in danger for me whether I let them or not.
Pirogoeth and Tanetris walked back to her palace, just in time for dessert, after which, her magic energies mostly restored, Pirogoeth put on a fireworks display for her happy fans, all but one blissfully ignorant of the carnage of the day.
Tankens
I think my favorite part of this is that Piro said he was scared of you before you started into the roleplaying.
Glump
(It seems that whenever I say that I go to sleep, I don't really. Oh well.)
Phaedrus, as it turned out, was at the hospital not through injuries of his own, but to visit me; most of the fanboys had apparently escaped the wreckage unharmed, but when I awoke for inexplicable reasons I had stared into the sky, mumbled something about fish, and fainted again. I honestly have no idea what that was about. It was afterward discovered that I had suffered moderate burns from my incident with the hot chocolate, and so (in a rather considerate gesture considering that I was at least somewhat involved in their leader's final descent into madness) the Kimikoites had me sent to the tent to recuperate. Without DietWaterCzar manipulating them to war, the three sides had come to what passed for their senses, and a cease-fire was currently being negotiated. Most miraculous of all, Phaedrus had somehow managed to get control of certain aspects of the rebuilding of Anna Miller's, and had added a stage, extracting a promise from the still rather shell-shocked owners that they would have weekly poetry readings.
As the conversation progressed, I couldn't help or stop smiling. The words "It's over" had become rather too commonplace to trust of late... But, Piro willing, this would resolve itself twistlessly into a happy ending.
In the meantime, life was good.
(I half-want to end that with something exploding, but I won't unless someone has a reason for it. ^_^;; Sorry for the lack of grace with which it was carried out; I'm tired.)
lord_cobrafire
As I'm recovering from my wounds, Tammi informs me of what has transpired.
"Sw33t," I replied. "And what of the battle?"
"Currently there's a cease-fire, but all troops have been moved outside the city just in case."
"Coolness. Now onto internal matters: Where's Skye and Melenie? They haven't reported back yet."
"....."
"Tammi, where are they?"
"....."
I begin to get upset now. Tammi only does this if there's something she doesn't want to tell me.
"Do not give me the Final Fantasy response, dammit! Where are They," I roared.
Silently she pulls the curtain to reveal the two Angels bandaged up.
"Surprise," they said with as much strength as they could muster.
"You guys look terrible," I commented.
"Hah! You should see the tossers that attacked us," Melenie replied.
Turns out that durning their search and rescue operation, some troops loyal to DietWaterCzar attacked them, thinking that without me, they wouldn't stand a chance.
Their mistake.
Though the Angels could take care of themselves, I did regret having to drag them in this mess in the first place.
"Are you Lord Cobrafire?"
I turn to see a messenger from Lady Miho(I could tell due to the raver attire.) I say yes and he hands me another note.
After reading it, I get up from the bed and start to put on my battle attire.
"What's up," Tammi asks.
"I'm to report to Lady Miho personally," I stated
"Tammi you're with me, I not as healed as I thought I would be."
"Hai!"
"You two stay here and rest. I'll send an recovery team to take you home later. Oh, one more thing..."
I push a button on my watch deactivating all the weapons I brought with me, reducing them to scrap metal.
"Ikuse! The Cave of Evil awaits!"
Whew! that was fun, even though I participated like .005% to the actual story. Anyway if there is gonna be an RPG fourm, count me in.
Peace. :)
Meagen
I'm not too sure what has happened, but it looks like the war's over. The most tell-tale signs are the white flags all around, a steady stream of messengers between the headquaters of the Three Goddeses, and a noticeable lack of explosions and screams of death.
"Well, it looks like everything will be more or less fine now", I say to a nearby Med-Ayanami.
"Yes", the blue-haired clone replies.
"It's too bad we didn't manage to recruit any Largo fangirls."
"Yes."
"That doesn't mean there aren'y any, though.
"Yes."
I sigh and look up at the clear blue sky. (hm? wasn't there a dramatic storm a moment ago? ah well.) "I know that you are out there. I will find you, someday..."
I turn and go back into the tent. Looks like they'll be plenty of work for us. I take out my cellphone and dial a number. "Professor Ikari? Yeah, it's me again. I'd need about a dozen more Reis. Oh, thank you. Yes, I'll be sure to tell Largo-sama. Bye."
Putting my cellphone back into my pocket, I just wonder: what did Ikari mean by 'Tell Largo I wish him luck in dealing with those pesky Knight Sabres'?
Whew. Someone need to edit all that into a coherent story. I am not volounteering.
squee
I must say this has been truly entertaining :)
I couldn't draw to save my life, so I may as well volunteer to collate the stories into something meaningful :) There's probably enough source here for a full-blown short story :)
Anyone wanna give me a hand identifying other threads hanging around with story-relevant stuff in them?
Tragic Bill
- Speaks between mouthfulls of DeathIce Cream -
I think it actually started with my thread identifying the MihoCultists...
wizardofkitty
Well, it all started here and then this topic. then another mini comic came up in reply to this comic. ^^;;
mlamdin
*mmmf*
Sorry, I like this DeathIce Cream stuff. Must compliment Tragic Bill on his choice when I can stop eating.
*mmmf*
Oh yes, RP forum would be much fun for all, and also (I think, anyway) very successful.
About the 'collecting this whole bunch of posts' thing, maybe you should also include the first two Draegos comics at the very least as background. Just a thought.
*mmmf*
DietWaterCzar
Well, the MTFN FAQ has references to trepidation over Role-playing due to the tendency for them to become flame wars in many instances. True, that didn't happen here, but you never know.
As for squee doing a compilation of sorts, that's a cool idea. I wish my artists friends weren't all so busy with work and thier own projects.... Woulda been nice to see many scenes depicted here.
Jiu Jitsuka
Actually wizard of Kitty I think those came after, you should check the date though just in case you want to be sure. ;)
Final Furyk
quote:
Originally posted by DietWaterCzar:
Well, the MTFN FAQ has references to trepidation over Role-playing due to the tendency for them to become flame wars in many instances. True, that didn't happen here, but you never know.
Heh, the *good* old days. As for a compelation of this all, sure that would be nice. The fanboy wars of Megatokyo: the good, the evil, the slightly insane.
lord_cobrafire
Well, I'm not busy at the moment, so I can draw some scenes....
Somebody get me some of that DeathIce Cream stuff, it looks delicious.
Derian Hatcheter
"FanBoy Wars of MegaTokyo"
I like that.
- Excuse me, Megumi, can I get some of the Black Death Ice Cream, please.
Tragic Bill
Could someone re-post the Miho retaliation picture? I can't make it show up.
"BlackDeath Icecream for everyone!!!!"
wizardofkitty
well, I'm not sure on that. :) but I think it's logical that the one about Miho asking piro about why she was being drawn a lot makes sense to go first. then Draegos...or however you spell his name (sorry!) and then the second miho one. :)
21:39, 15 Apr 2005 (PDT)Brent 21:39, 15 Apr 2005 (PDT)
I sit at my desk pondering about the battle. I looked at my computer with cluttered stuff around it. "Oh joy...the total mess I left in my room...right..." I quickly pulled out my drawing pad to see if I could pick out some scenes from the fanboy war.
21:39, 15 Apr 2005 (PDT)Brent
Maybe instead of going through the hassle of making another forum, just follow the haiku people and make the titles "RPG 10/17/01" or something like that. :) that could be a nice idea. (laugh emoticon)
~Wizard Of Kitty
Tragic Bill
- Slurp's his bowl of frozen death -
Yeah, if they were started at random, then that would keep back some of the flames.
- SLURP -
And any pictures to go along with it would be good too.
"And Miho spake to her followers, and they did recieve their commandments...."
Glump
quote:
Originally posted by WizardOfKitty:
well, I'm not sure on that. :) but I think it's logical that the one about Miho asking piro about why she was being drawn a lot makes sense to go first. then Draegos...or however you spell his name (sorry!) and then the second miho one. :)
That's not the order in which they were made, though; in fact, I'm pretty sure the Miho strips were directly in rebuttal to Draegos' strip, thus making it more sensible to do his first. But there may be some compelling logic against me.
quote:
Maybe instead of going through the hassle of making another forum, just follow the haiku people and make the titles "RPG 10/17/01" or something like that. :)
It kind of seems like it would be less conducive to orderly organization and whatnot than the haiku are... That is, it's harder, considering the requirements of completing the plotline and whatnot, to finish up an RP between comics, and have one based on each. It's a far more chaotic and less flexible mindset than is required by haiku.
I'm kind of leaning toward not doing anything official-like... I think that since the characters and the world and the story exist now, and are in the common consciousness, they'll just pop up when it's appropriate. I think, in fact, that it will be hard to avoid mentioning this from time to time. ^_^;;
JB
Brief skim:
Note the Ping fans' lack of violence, insanity, or anything else that might lead to a shortened lifespan.
A Ping fan is a wise fan.
Glump
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Originally posted by JB:
A Ping fan is a wise fan.
Either that or they were all in power-saving mode.
DietWaterCzar
Actually it appears that the wisest way to stay alive is to be involved in some way, as the only ones who died were anonymous fanboys. Hell even if you do die, you actually don't.
Glump
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Originally posted by DietWaterCzar:
Hell even if you do die, you actually don't.
Do you suppose you have amnesia now? That would be a kind of neat (if cliched) way for you to start anew. ^_^ Although I think a story of your character struggling with his guilt would be pretty neat, too.
Remind me to tell you sometime what my theory was for why there were two Kimikos before everything went to hell and rendered it moot...
DietWaterCzar
No, no. It will be a long, difficult, and humorous path to recovery.
"What do you say to the nice nurses?"
"Ummm.... uhhh.... Thank you very much."
"And?"
"Uhhh... Your usefulness has ended and so shall your lives?"
"..."
No that is not happening yet, it's not part of the current (ended?) story.
Hmmmm there were gonna be two Kimikos? Mmmmm....
Glump
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Originally posted by DietWaterCzar:
Hmmmm there were gonna be two Kimikos? Mmmmm....
Well, there were for a little while - she was both in the interrogation room with us and serving Tragic Bill et. all coffee - which is why I put in the part about Kimiko vanishing but still being there, to intimate that she could be in two places at once. But I had a better plan before you up and "died", when I thought the story was going to last a good deal longer.
Edit-semi-elaboration: Well, it wasn't so much a 'plan' as a working assumption that I would reveal if no one did anything to contradict it.
DietWaterCzar
Actually, I was planning on doing my rampage later as well. But, when everyone started talking about peace I figured that I might as well do my big violent scene before everyone came to their senses. Notice how the peace efforts didn't really involve the Kimiko faction? Peace was gonna come whether I did something or not. I never even planned on dying either... it just kinda flowed out.
squee
Ok, I've collected everything (pics and text) from this forum, and the two other Miho threads ("Attention Yuki Fanboys" and "Miho Wars: Return of the Skaarj")...
Now it's just a matter of writing a script to do all the work for me (easy - I'm a l33t c0d3-d3m0n) :)
Meagen
I have some webspace to spare, so I can host the project (story + "snapshots"). And I can draw my character, the hospital tent and the Med-Ayanamis in nurse uniform. What do you think?
Meagen
Piro
ok, guys, this one is gettin too long ^_^ (anything past 4 pages really goofs with the UBB code) so i'm gonna lock it - but feel free to contunue it in new thread. :)
piro
