The best place to practice beating up nerds (Borg RP)
Jul 24, 2018 2:03:24 GMT -5
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Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jul 24, 2018 2:03:24 GMT -5
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*We open on sunny San Diego. We see the San Diego convention center, thousands of people weaving in and out of the monstrous building. As we pan, we see the bay behind it. A vehicle emerges from the sea, some sort of futuristic looking submarine. The camera zooms in and the hatch eventually opens. A robotic bear pops his head out. Then flies out by rocket boosters on his feet. Smoke billows from the open hatch and Evil and Heavy-metal Borg pop out, coughing from the smoke.*
: I told you we (cough) should have gone out first (cough)!
: WOOO(cough)OOOP!
: No matter! We are here to prove our dominance over those Trons! The Trons are notorious for being uber geeks, so what better place to practice than the largest collection of geeks the world has ever seen! SAN DIEGO COMIC CON!
*The Borgs climb out of the submarine and hop onto land. Mecha Gold-Bear III lands beside them.They walk a few feet and find the end of a line.*
: Avast young nerds, what is this line for!?
: Whoa! Cool cosplays! It's Mecha Gold-Bear III! And Heavy-Metal Borg! And Kamen Ryder!
: Come-who? Are you daft! I am Eeeeevil Borg!
*The kid shrugs.*
: "You're the last in liiiiine!"
: Yep, this is the line to get in.
: Are you sure? We are so far away from the entrance? Is this truely a thousand human centipede?
: Is there a panel for that? I hadn't heard they were making another sequel.
: High, never mind.
*We see a speed up montage of the two Borgs and their mechanized bear standing in line. The minutes speed by as they barely move. We get to two hours later and they are finally entering the building.*
: Finally inside! Let us… Let… why is there still a line?
: The line goes inside, up the escalator, and across the hall into the Sails Pavilion.
: Are you serious security patrol man!? What madness is this!?
: Sir, I know you’re an angry nerd, but I will kick you out if you don’t calm down.
: How dare you lump me in with these dweebs! But I will await in your line of eternity.
: Thanks. While you wait, can I get a picture with you? I love the Kamen Ryder!
: Wooop!
: Yeah yeah, laugh it up fuzzball.
*The footage is sped up again as we see them wait in line another hour, going up the escalator, across the hall, and into the Sails Pavilion. They finally head up to the check in.*
: Hello, please have your barcodes ready.
: Exqueeze me?
: You’re barcode sir. So we can get you your pass.
: I don’t have this primitive barcode? Who uses those anymore?
: It should be in your e-mail, can you pull it up on your phone.
: Phones? How primitive is this time period! Anyway, I do not have any of these primitive things. Just sell me one now, I will hand you your antique currency!
: Listen bud, you needed to sign up for a badge months ago. We don’t hand out any day of badges. So if you didn’t already buy one and have everything ready, you need to leave.
: Blast, this can’t be right! Can you believe this Heavy!
*Evil looks over at Heavy-metal and Mecha Gold-Bear III, already wearing badges around there neck. They wave at him.*
: Grrrrr.
*Evil walks in the other direction and back out into the hall. He sees the nerd kid from earlier.*
: Hey Ryder dude, I got my pass! I’m ready to rock this convention, how about you?
: …sure kid. Let’s take one of those self-identifying photographs that you inexperienced youths seem to love so much in celebration!
*The kid gets excited and pulls out his phone. Evil poses with the nerd and takes a picture. As the kid starts to upload it to his Gram, Evil slyly pulls the badge off of the kid’s lanyard and walks away.*
: Heh heh, sucker.
*Meanwhile, we see the nerd kid. He’s holding presumably Evil’s wallet.*
: Heh heh, sucker.
*We cut to a little later, where the Borgs are walking the floor. There is people everywhere.*
: Masters, do you wish me to smash these nerd creatures?
: Wooooop!
: No no! Heavy and I must practice. Allow me. Move it ner—
*Evil Borg pushes a guy, and he grabs the wrist and judo throws Evil to the ground.*
: Ow… I meant to do that.
: What is your problem man?
: Facial recognition shows that this is Walter Jones, a.k.a. Zack Taylor, of Power Rangers fame. May I have your autograph?
: That is a great Mecha Gold-Bear III cosplay! Of course my man!
*Zack pulls out a headshot and starts signing it. Heavy-metal points at him.*
: WOOOOOP!!!1!
: Wow! Heavy-Metal Borg cosplay too? Awesome! You also get an autograph!
*Evil gets to his feet.*
: I don’t need your aut—
: Who are you supposed to be?
: I am Kamen Ry—I mean, Evil Borg damn you! You will rue this day for not having me in your knowledge database!
: Dude, there’s so many loser nerds here, I can’t keep up.
: You think they’re loser nerds? I think they’re loser nerds!
: You want to goof on some loser nerds?
: Hell yeah! Oh wait, we need to train. We have to stuff some loser nerds into a space pod, so we need to practice that.
: I’m down with that. Let’s do this!
*We now cut to a montage of the Borgs and the Black Ranger running around the convention hall. A guy dressed as Weapon X Wolverine is walking by a T.A.R.D.I.S., and Evil and Zack spring up in front of him and shove him into the Dr. Who vehicle. They close the door and high five. Then we cut to a Cardboard Robocop walking by a ¼ scale Millennium Falcon. Heavy runs by and shoves him into the cargo bay. Mecha Gold-Bear III then grabs the ramp and pushes it updward. Not knowing his own robo-strength, he shoves the ramp too hard and flips the Falcon over. The guy who owns the booth looks shocked as Mecha shrugs. We then cut to Evil and Heavy as they lift a Vegeta overhead and push him into a Nosferatu coffin. They slam the lid and laugh. We then cut to see Zack pointing and laughing as Mecha Gold-bear III is holding a blue ranger up in the air by the collar and then jams him into a Bill & Ted Phone Booth. Then we cut to outside, where all four are relaxing on benchs in front of the sub by the bay. The Borgs and Zack on one. Mecha warping the one he is sitting in.*
: Oh man! What a great day. We stuffed so many nerds in pods! We are going to send those Trons off into deep deep space!
: I think you’re ready. You’re beyond ready!
: WOOOOOP!
: Yeah, everyone thinks I’m a nice guy because I played one on TV. But I’m just here to take as much money from these loser nerds as I can.
: Woooop oooop.
: Well it’s a dark world my friend.
: What a fantastic day, a day that will be common in the coming …AFTERWARD!
*The scene fades.*
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-Begin transmission-
*We open on sunny San Diego. We see the San Diego convention center, thousands of people weaving in and out of the monstrous building. As we pan, we see the bay behind it. A vehicle emerges from the sea, some sort of futuristic looking submarine. The camera zooms in and the hatch eventually opens. A robotic bear pops his head out. Then flies out by rocket boosters on his feet. Smoke billows from the open hatch and Evil and Heavy-metal Borg pop out, coughing from the smoke.*
: I told you we (cough) should have gone out first (cough)!
: WOOO(cough)OOOP!
: No matter! We are here to prove our dominance over those Trons! The Trons are notorious for being uber geeks, so what better place to practice than the largest collection of geeks the world has ever seen! SAN DIEGO COMIC CON!
*The Borgs climb out of the submarine and hop onto land. Mecha Gold-Bear III lands beside them.They walk a few feet and find the end of a line.*
: Avast young nerds, what is this line for!?
: Whoa! Cool cosplays! It's Mecha Gold-Bear III! And Heavy-Metal Borg! And Kamen Ryder!
: Come-who? Are you daft! I am Eeeeevil Borg!
*The kid shrugs.*
: "You're the last in liiiiine!"
: Yep, this is the line to get in.
: Are you sure? We are so far away from the entrance? Is this truely a thousand human centipede?
: Is there a panel for that? I hadn't heard they were making another sequel.
: High, never mind.
*We see a speed up montage of the two Borgs and their mechanized bear standing in line. The minutes speed by as they barely move. We get to two hours later and they are finally entering the building.*
: Finally inside! Let us… Let… why is there still a line?
: The line goes inside, up the escalator, and across the hall into the Sails Pavilion.
: Are you serious security patrol man!? What madness is this!?
: Sir, I know you’re an angry nerd, but I will kick you out if you don’t calm down.
: How dare you lump me in with these dweebs! But I will await in your line of eternity.
: Thanks. While you wait, can I get a picture with you? I love the Kamen Ryder!
: Wooop!
: Yeah yeah, laugh it up fuzzball.
*The footage is sped up again as we see them wait in line another hour, going up the escalator, across the hall, and into the Sails Pavilion. They finally head up to the check in.*
: Hello, please have your barcodes ready.
: Exqueeze me?
: You’re barcode sir. So we can get you your pass.
: I don’t have this primitive barcode? Who uses those anymore?
: It should be in your e-mail, can you pull it up on your phone.
: Phones? How primitive is this time period! Anyway, I do not have any of these primitive things. Just sell me one now, I will hand you your antique currency!
: Listen bud, you needed to sign up for a badge months ago. We don’t hand out any day of badges. So if you didn’t already buy one and have everything ready, you need to leave.
: Blast, this can’t be right! Can you believe this Heavy!
*Evil looks over at Heavy-metal and Mecha Gold-Bear III, already wearing badges around there neck. They wave at him.*
: Grrrrr.
*Evil walks in the other direction and back out into the hall. He sees the nerd kid from earlier.*
: Hey Ryder dude, I got my pass! I’m ready to rock this convention, how about you?
: …sure kid. Let’s take one of those self-identifying photographs that you inexperienced youths seem to love so much in celebration!
*The kid gets excited and pulls out his phone. Evil poses with the nerd and takes a picture. As the kid starts to upload it to his Gram, Evil slyly pulls the badge off of the kid’s lanyard and walks away.*
: Heh heh, sucker.
*Meanwhile, we see the nerd kid. He’s holding presumably Evil’s wallet.*
: Heh heh, sucker.
*We cut to a little later, where the Borgs are walking the floor. There is people everywhere.*
: Masters, do you wish me to smash these nerd creatures?
: Wooooop!
: No no! Heavy and I must practice. Allow me. Move it ner—
*Evil Borg pushes a guy, and he grabs the wrist and judo throws Evil to the ground.*
: Ow… I meant to do that.
: What is your problem man?
: Facial recognition shows that this is Walter Jones, a.k.a. Zack Taylor, of Power Rangers fame. May I have your autograph?
: That is a great Mecha Gold-Bear III cosplay! Of course my man!
*Zack pulls out a headshot and starts signing it. Heavy-metal points at him.*
: WOOOOOP!!!1!
: Wow! Heavy-Metal Borg cosplay too? Awesome! You also get an autograph!
*Evil gets to his feet.*
: I don’t need your aut—
: Who are you supposed to be?
: I am Kamen Ry—I mean, Evil Borg damn you! You will rue this day for not having me in your knowledge database!
: Dude, there’s so many loser nerds here, I can’t keep up.
: You think they’re loser nerds? I think they’re loser nerds!
: You want to goof on some loser nerds?
: Hell yeah! Oh wait, we need to train. We have to stuff some loser nerds into a space pod, so we need to practice that.
: I’m down with that. Let’s do this!
*We now cut to a montage of the Borgs and the Black Ranger running around the convention hall. A guy dressed as Weapon X Wolverine is walking by a T.A.R.D.I.S., and Evil and Zack spring up in front of him and shove him into the Dr. Who vehicle. They close the door and high five. Then we cut to a Cardboard Robocop walking by a ¼ scale Millennium Falcon. Heavy runs by and shoves him into the cargo bay. Mecha Gold-Bear III then grabs the ramp and pushes it updward. Not knowing his own robo-strength, he shoves the ramp too hard and flips the Falcon over. The guy who owns the booth looks shocked as Mecha shrugs. We then cut to Evil and Heavy as they lift a Vegeta overhead and push him into a Nosferatu coffin. They slam the lid and laugh. We then cut to see Zack pointing and laughing as Mecha Gold-bear III is holding a blue ranger up in the air by the collar and then jams him into a Bill & Ted Phone Booth. Then we cut to outside, where all four are relaxing on benchs in front of the sub by the bay. The Borgs and Zack on one. Mecha warping the one he is sitting in.*
: Oh man! What a great day. We stuffed so many nerds in pods! We are going to send those Trons off into deep deep space!
: I think you’re ready. You’re beyond ready!
: WOOOOOP!
: Yeah, everyone thinks I’m a nice guy because I played one on TV. But I’m just here to take as much money from these loser nerds as I can.
: Woooop oooop.
: Well it’s a dark world my friend.
: What a fantastic day, a day that will be common in the coming …AFTERWARD!
*The scene fades.*
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