Cynic Wars: Episode I (Annihilator Round 2 RP)
Oct 18, 2018 0:51:08 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Oct 18, 2018 0:51:08 GMT -5
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*We see The Borgs and their giant robot hanging out at the Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream Shop at Fisherman’s Wharf, looking at Alcatraz off in the distance.*
: Mwua ha ha! The Commodores Shall have nothing on us with this Brickhouse match! Isn’t that right Heavy!
*Evil awaits the obvious retort from Heavy Metal Borg. Heavy rubs his arm, that is still in a sling.*
: I don’t know man, my arm still hurts. Luckily we are doing the Freebird Rule, otherwise we may have been screwed.
: What? I can’t understand you! Why have we been blighted with this vast anomaly in the middle of the most epic of tag team tournaments? Mecha Gold-Bear III, have you rosetta stoned his speech patterns?
: Searching… searching… Mecha Gold-Bear III still cannot understand Heavy Metal’s new speech patterns.
: Guys! It’s just my arm is in pain! I can’t handle speaking Olde Borgian lexicon right now.
: I still know nothing of what you say Heavy! But just shut up and listen! Hopefully your arm is okay be Sunday, but if not, good thing we are doing the Freebird Rule, otherwise, we may have been screwed! So now the question is, how do we get Mecha Gold-Bear III to that island? As we've already established, he cannot swim, and his thruster boots won't have enough gas to get him over there. Surely, he is excessively heavy for any buoyant means of conveyance.
: Can we air lift him?
: Why do I keep asking you when I know I don't understand you right now?
: Searching database… Mecha Gold-Bear III recommends air lifting procedure.
: What a genius idea Mecha Gold-Bear III! At least somebody's circuits are good for something around here.
: I don't have circuits!
: But where can we get an airborne convenience vehicle around here?
*Mecha Gold-Bear III starts looking around, lifting up a nearby bench and looking underneath, and then continuing to scan the area. Evil pulls out a phone and starts typing away.*
: I will use this primitive computer, can you believe how big it is and how little it stores on it? Just wait until they finally in invent the micro-phone. Anyway, this handheld computer is telling me that there is a nearby helicopter business, but it only has three stars on Yelp. So if we go to the next chopper business four blocks away, they have four-point-five stars. Let us roll out!
*Evil jumps on the back of Mecha Gold-Bear III and instructs him where to go with a finger point.*
: Really? Don't let the injured guy get a ride?
: Still don't understand you!
**Screen wipe left**
*We now find the Borgs sitting in a chopper as its flying through the air.*
: This truly is the best of ideas! We will be there in no time at all with Mecha Gold-Bear III all set and ready to roll!
*The camera zooms out to reveal the helicopter holding Mecha by some ropes and pullys. The helicopter is nearly 20 feet above the water and looks to be struggling to carry this monstrosity of a robot bear. Mecha’s robo-feet mere feet from the edge of the water.*
: I don't know if we're going to make it.
: You know I have my doubts that we will make it. The might of Mecha Gold-Bear III is simply too strong for this helicopter.
: Or he’s just fat.
: Really man, you can't even at least do the “oooop” or something? I understand if you can't say the old Borgian psalms that you usually communicate with, but give me something man!
: I don't know why this is happening to me!
*The copter falls to the water and Mecha Gold-Bear III skit on the water, which causes turbulence in the copter. The Borg's shake about in the cabin, and Heavy’s arm gets banged against the wall. Heavy screams out in pain.*
: WOOOOP! That hurt!
: See, that I understood! But I don't know why you want to talk about the Byzantine Empire right now? But at least it’s progress.
: What are you talking about man? I wasn't--
*Evil pokes Heavy in the injured arm.*
: OOOOOP!
: Eureka! Your marrow holder injury seems to put a blockade upon your language interpreter output, but applying pressure to your pain receptors seems to get you past the firewall. I understood what you said there. You mentioned how you wish to be ready and able to destroy these Nihilist losers. But with such foul language!
: Yes! I do wish I could carry on the Borg name and destroy these Nihilist losers.
: I didn't get that, but I will get this!
*Evil jabs Heavy in his hurt arm again.*
: WOOOOP!
: Wow. I know you don't like Nihilist, but you don't have to make fun of their mothers! I can’t repeat that to the viewing audience.
*Evil squeezes Heavy’s injury again.*
: OOOOOP!
: Yes, you are right, I did not look at it that way. These two guys do look like lousy Tron knockoffs. And the Trons themselves already look crappy, so making a copy of crap is even worse crap. And we are well versed in fighting the Trons, even though we have never beat them because their goody two shoes-ness is so good it's basically cheating, but that’s besides the point. We know that truly, deep down, the Trons are no match for us, so therefore some Tron knockoffs should be even easier isn't that right?
: Please don't squeeze my arm agai--
*But Evil does, and Heavy screams.*
: Yes my best friend! I agree that this tournament is very important to us. I think that we prove ourselves time and time again, yet we are still looked down upon as if we are nothing to these wrestlers of this prehistoric era. Even though we are former tag team champions, something the Trons have never done, we are treated as a joke. In …THE AFTERWARD… we are treated as kings! It's about time we are treated the same here and now. Winning this tournament will make them understand.
*The helicopter is still trucking along, and finally makes it to the shores of Alcatraz. It lowering Mecha Gold-Bear III enough to walk on the ground. Mecha starts to walk away and drags the helicopter with it, turning it sideways. Heavy and Evil fall out of the side and land on the sand.*
**Upward wipe.**
*The Borgs are on the shore and Evil looks around.*
: Well. Heavy, Mecha Gold-Bear III. It turns out that the only thing on this island is the abandoned jailhouse. And I may have used all the cash we had left to transport Mecha Gold-Bear III here. And the show is still not for a few days. So it looks as if we shall have to camp and wait for the rest of the crew to show up. But that’s okay, it just gives us more time to train as a team.
*Evil Borg looks off into the night sky triumphant. Suddenly, it starts to rain. Heavy Metal Borg does not look amused. Mecha grabs a nearby giant leaf and raises it above himself to block the rain.*
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*We see The Borgs and their giant robot hanging out at the Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream Shop at Fisherman’s Wharf, looking at Alcatraz off in the distance.*
: Mwua ha ha! The Commodores Shall have nothing on us with this Brickhouse match! Isn’t that right Heavy!*Evil awaits the obvious retort from Heavy Metal Borg. Heavy rubs his arm, that is still in a sling.*
: I don’t know man, my arm still hurts. Luckily we are doing the Freebird Rule, otherwise we may have been screwed.: What? I can’t understand you! Why have we been blighted with this vast anomaly in the middle of the most epic of tag team tournaments? Mecha Gold-Bear III, have you rosetta stoned his speech patterns?: Searching… searching… Mecha Gold-Bear III still cannot understand Heavy Metal’s new speech patterns.: Guys! It’s just my arm is in pain! I can’t handle speaking Olde Borgian lexicon right now.: I still know nothing of what you say Heavy! But just shut up and listen! Hopefully your arm is okay be Sunday, but if not, good thing we are doing the Freebird Rule, otherwise, we may have been screwed! So now the question is, how do we get Mecha Gold-Bear III to that island? As we've already established, he cannot swim, and his thruster boots won't have enough gas to get him over there. Surely, he is excessively heavy for any buoyant means of conveyance.: Can we air lift him? : Why do I keep asking you when I know I don't understand you right now?: Searching database… Mecha Gold-Bear III recommends air lifting procedure.: What a genius idea Mecha Gold-Bear III! At least somebody's circuits are good for something around here.: I don't have circuits!: But where can we get an airborne convenience vehicle around here?*Mecha Gold-Bear III starts looking around, lifting up a nearby bench and looking underneath, and then continuing to scan the area. Evil pulls out a phone and starts typing away.*
: I will use this primitive computer, can you believe how big it is and how little it stores on it? Just wait until they finally in invent the micro-phone. Anyway, this handheld computer is telling me that there is a nearby helicopter business, but it only has three stars on Yelp. So if we go to the next chopper business four blocks away, they have four-point-five stars. Let us roll out!*Evil jumps on the back of Mecha Gold-Bear III and instructs him where to go with a finger point.*
: Really? Don't let the injured guy get a ride?: Still don't understand you!**Screen wipe left**
*We now find the Borgs sitting in a chopper as its flying through the air.*
: This truly is the best of ideas! We will be there in no time at all with Mecha Gold-Bear III all set and ready to roll!*The camera zooms out to reveal the helicopter holding Mecha by some ropes and pullys. The helicopter is nearly 20 feet above the water and looks to be struggling to carry this monstrosity of a robot bear. Mecha’s robo-feet mere feet from the edge of the water.*
: I don't know if we're going to make it.: You know I have my doubts that we will make it. The might of Mecha Gold-Bear III is simply too strong for this helicopter.: Or he’s just fat.: Really man, you can't even at least do the “oooop” or something? I understand if you can't say the old Borgian psalms that you usually communicate with, but give me something man!: I don't know why this is happening to me!*The copter falls to the water and Mecha Gold-Bear III skit on the water, which causes turbulence in the copter. The Borg's shake about in the cabin, and Heavy’s arm gets banged against the wall. Heavy screams out in pain.*
: WOOOOP! That hurt!: See, that I understood! But I don't know why you want to talk about the Byzantine Empire right now? But at least it’s progress.: What are you talking about man? I wasn't--*Evil pokes Heavy in the injured arm.*
: OOOOOP!: Eureka! Your marrow holder injury seems to put a blockade upon your language interpreter output, but applying pressure to your pain receptors seems to get you past the firewall. I understood what you said there. You mentioned how you wish to be ready and able to destroy these Nihilist losers. But with such foul language!: Yes! I do wish I could carry on the Borg name and destroy these Nihilist losers.: I didn't get that, but I will get this!*Evil jabs Heavy in his hurt arm again.*
: WOOOOP!: Wow. I know you don't like Nihilist, but you don't have to make fun of their mothers! I can’t repeat that to the viewing audience.*Evil squeezes Heavy’s injury again.*
: OOOOOP!: Yes, you are right, I did not look at it that way. These two guys do look like lousy Tron knockoffs. And the Trons themselves already look crappy, so making a copy of crap is even worse crap. And we are well versed in fighting the Trons, even though we have never beat them because their goody two shoes-ness is so good it's basically cheating, but that’s besides the point. We know that truly, deep down, the Trons are no match for us, so therefore some Tron knockoffs should be even easier isn't that right?: Please don't squeeze my arm agai--*But Evil does, and Heavy screams.*
: Yes my best friend! I agree that this tournament is very important to us. I think that we prove ourselves time and time again, yet we are still looked down upon as if we are nothing to these wrestlers of this prehistoric era. Even though we are former tag team champions, something the Trons have never done, we are treated as a joke. In …THE AFTERWARD… we are treated as kings! It's about time we are treated the same here and now. Winning this tournament will make them understand.*The helicopter is still trucking along, and finally makes it to the shores of Alcatraz. It lowering Mecha Gold-Bear III enough to walk on the ground. Mecha starts to walk away and drags the helicopter with it, turning it sideways. Heavy and Evil fall out of the side and land on the sand.*
**Upward wipe.**
*The Borgs are on the shore and Evil looks around.*
: Well. Heavy, Mecha Gold-Bear III. It turns out that the only thing on this island is the abandoned jailhouse. And I may have used all the cash we had left to transport Mecha Gold-Bear III here. And the show is still not for a few days. So it looks as if we shall have to camp and wait for the rest of the crew to show up. But that’s okay, it just gives us more time to train as a team.*Evil Borg looks off into the night sky triumphant. Suddenly, it starts to rain. Heavy Metal Borg does not look amused. Mecha grabs a nearby giant leaf and raises it above himself to block the rain.*
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