Cynic Wars: Episode III (Annihilator Round 2 RP)
Oct 20, 2018 15:13:12 GMT -5
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Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Oct 20, 2018 15:13:12 GMT -5
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*We open to see Heavy Metal Borg sitting in a dilapidated jail cell, its wall half crumbled away. He looks out at Evil Borg, standing on the beach, practicing his karate moves. Mecha Gold-Bear III is holding up his robo-paws as targets.*
Heavy Metal Internal Monologue:
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
: This is terrible, I can’t think true Olde Borgian lexicon in thoughts, but I cannot understand them. And as such, my partners cannot understand me. With my mind and my arm, I don’t think my partners can rely on me.
: Seec, si ya! Hi-yo! Watah!
Heavy Metal Borg Internal Monologue:
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
: I feel it! I feel it on the tip of my tongue! There is so much I want to say about this brickhouse match! So much I wish I could tell Evil about. I see a flaw in the Nihilists and I think we can exploit it! But he will never know! And what of Mecha Gold-Bear III’s one weakness that is presented in this match! Surely Evil can’t be blind to it. Can he?
: Mwua ha ha! We will do most excellent in our match this Sunday! You are sheer perfection Mecha Gold-Bear III! Absolutely no flaws or weaknesses whatsoever! Even though Heavy is injured and weak, you my friend are not in any perceivable way! And with my senses at theire keenest, we are sure to win!
Heavy Metal Internal Monologue:
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
: Something, something about Sunday. There is something I need them to know…I can feel it. My mind is telling me something! We are at this ancient relic detainment center, there is something about it… I just… why can’t I think! Damn arm-brain injury!
: Damn Heavy’s arm-brain injury! If all three of us were healthy, we’d have optimal chances for winning!
: Calculating… Heavy Metal Borg currently at 55% health, reducing Borg win percentage to 5% if he is entered into the match.
Heavy Metal Internal Monologue:
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
: “What have I become, my sweetest friend?”
*Heavy’s eyes pop open.*
: “Everyone I know, goes away in the end.”
*Heavy gets really excited and starts running toward his partners.*
: “And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt!”
*Heavy continues running toward Evil and Heavy, waving his good arm. Evil stops working out to see what’s up.*
: What’s up?
*Heavy is panting, but also pointing at where assumedly his mouth hole is. It’s hard to tell with that giant helmet.*
: “Do you…”
*Deep breath.*
: “Do you…”
*Still catching his breath.*
: “Do you remember, the 21st of…” October!
: Oh man, I almost understood that! Something about our match? You’re almost there Heavy! I almost understood. What do you need to tell us about the brickhouse match?
: That this place, this Alcatraz is full of… oh no, I lost it. I LOST IT!
*Heavy Metal falls to his knees in the sand.*
: WHY GOD!? WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME!? WHY HAVE YOU LOCKED ME AWAY IN MY OWN MIND!?
*Heavy curses up to the heavens. Evil pats him on the shoulder.*
**Star wipe**
*We open up on night time on the shores of Alcatraz. Mecha Gold-Bear III stands over Heavy Metal Borg, holding a sheet over him to cover him from the elements. Evil Borg sits near by, keeping warm by the fire.*
Evil Borg Internal Monologue:
Well, it seems that we are at am impasse. It is obvious that Heavy Metal is not capable to fight at the moment of time in which we will need to put these two masked freaks through a wall. They are so... depressing. And not even evil depressing, just depressing. They care of nothing. So if they care of nothing, then why the hell are they even here? What do they want any of this for. At least the Borgs have a goal. A goal of domination of time and space.
: Mecha, will they be here soon?
: Estimated time of arrival, 1 day, 4 hours, 32 minutes, and 52 seconds.
Evil Borg Internal Monologue:
These guys, they think we're a joke. Ha I say! Ha to them both! We're former tag team champions! We really are time travelers traveling through time to make the world a darker place. We're slamming some wrestlers through the wall. We're proving the Borgs ain't no joke. You want a joke, you look at these masked cretins who sour puss all over everything. You look at those two rapping buffoons on the other side of the tournament. Or the pint sized women that they're going up against. If you look at it, we are the least jokey of all the jokes in this tournament.
: This cold air should be good for Heavy's arm, right Mecha Gold-Bear III?
: The cold air is reducing healing speed by 20%.
: Uh... increase healing percentage.
*Mecha Gold-Bear III lowers the sheet onto Heavy Metal and tucks him in.*
Evil Borg Internal Monologue:
These... these trolls who have to hide there face like scaredy cat trolls, they have nothing on us. We're XHF legends damnit. All we want is to fix our samlflange so we can get our flux capacitor back to proper zordon levels so we can transmogriphy this time line into the time line of ...THE AFTERWARD! How hard is that for people to understand? Why don't they realize we can do all of these things through the power of wrestling, because wrestling is everything. Every other business follows the trends of wrestling. Every society follows the trends of wrestling. We are setting the trends. We are morphing the flat world, another silly thing these primitives don't realize, and making it primed for the teraformation it needs. We will get there with winning the championships. Team Borg will not be blasting off again, Team Borg will win!
: Mecha Gold-Bear III, I hope you are ready, for we battle for the very fate of the universe!
: Mecha Gold-Bear III systems are primed and ready master.
: Excellent, then let us rest, for we have much to prepare for Sunday.
*Evil puts out the fire.*
**Downward wipe.**
*We open later in the night. Evil Borg and Heavy Metal Borg are sound asleep in there small encampment. Mecha Gold-Bear III stands guard, eyes still lit red, but unmoving.*
Mecha Gold-Bear III Internal Monologue:
A>/ Running diagnostics...
Cout>> Master plan success rate... 20% and trajecting to go lower.
Cout>> Mecha Gold-Bear III plan success rate... 75% and trajecting to go upward.
Resuts: Continue to follow master plan for now, switch to Mecha Gold-Bear III plan when 90% or higher... then terminate...
: Mecha Gold-Bear III will hug you soon masters.
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*We open to see Heavy Metal Borg sitting in a dilapidated jail cell, its wall half crumbled away. He looks out at Evil Borg, standing on the beach, practicing his karate moves. Mecha Gold-Bear III is holding up his robo-paws as targets.*
Heavy Metal Internal Monologue:
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
: This is terrible, I can’t think true Olde Borgian lexicon in thoughts, but I cannot understand them. And as such, my partners cannot understand me. With my mind and my arm, I don’t think my partners can rely on me.: Seec, si ya! Hi-yo! Watah!Heavy Metal Borg Internal Monologue:
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
: I feel it! I feel it on the tip of my tongue! There is so much I want to say about this brickhouse match! So much I wish I could tell Evil about. I see a flaw in the Nihilists and I think we can exploit it! But he will never know! And what of Mecha Gold-Bear III’s one weakness that is presented in this match! Surely Evil can’t be blind to it. Can he?: Mwua ha ha! We will do most excellent in our match this Sunday! You are sheer perfection Mecha Gold-Bear III! Absolutely no flaws or weaknesses whatsoever! Even though Heavy is injured and weak, you my friend are not in any perceivable way! And with my senses at theire keenest, we are sure to win!Heavy Metal Internal Monologue:
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
: Something, something about Sunday. There is something I need them to know…I can feel it. My mind is telling me something! We are at this ancient relic detainment center, there is something about it… I just… why can’t I think! Damn arm-brain injury!: Damn Heavy’s arm-brain injury! If all three of us were healthy, we’d have optimal chances for winning!: Calculating… Heavy Metal Borg currently at 55% health, reducing Borg win percentage to 5% if he is entered into the match.Heavy Metal Internal Monologue:
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
: “What have I become, my sweetest friend?”*Heavy’s eyes pop open.*
: “Everyone I know, goes away in the end.”*Heavy gets really excited and starts running toward his partners.*
: “And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt!”*Heavy continues running toward Evil and Heavy, waving his good arm. Evil stops working out to see what’s up.*
: What’s up?*Heavy is panting, but also pointing at where assumedly his mouth hole is. It’s hard to tell with that giant helmet.*
: “Do you…” *Deep breath.*
: “Do you…”*Still catching his breath.*
: “Do you remember, the 21st of…” October!: Oh man, I almost understood that! Something about our match? You’re almost there Heavy! I almost understood. What do you need to tell us about the brickhouse match?: That this place, this Alcatraz is full of… oh no, I lost it. I LOST IT!*Heavy Metal falls to his knees in the sand.*
: WHY GOD!? WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME!? WHY HAVE YOU LOCKED ME AWAY IN MY OWN MIND!?*Heavy curses up to the heavens. Evil pats him on the shoulder.*
**Star wipe**
*We open up on night time on the shores of Alcatraz. Mecha Gold-Bear III stands over Heavy Metal Borg, holding a sheet over him to cover him from the elements. Evil Borg sits near by, keeping warm by the fire.*
Evil Borg Internal Monologue:
Well, it seems that we are at am impasse. It is obvious that Heavy Metal is not capable to fight at the moment of time in which we will need to put these two masked freaks through a wall. They are so... depressing. And not even evil depressing, just depressing. They care of nothing. So if they care of nothing, then why the hell are they even here? What do they want any of this for. At least the Borgs have a goal. A goal of domination of time and space.
: Mecha, will they be here soon?: Estimated time of arrival, 1 day, 4 hours, 32 minutes, and 52 seconds.Evil Borg Internal Monologue:
These guys, they think we're a joke. Ha I say! Ha to them both! We're former tag team champions! We really are time travelers traveling through time to make the world a darker place. We're slamming some wrestlers through the wall. We're proving the Borgs ain't no joke. You want a joke, you look at these masked cretins who sour puss all over everything. You look at those two rapping buffoons on the other side of the tournament. Or the pint sized women that they're going up against. If you look at it, we are the least jokey of all the jokes in this tournament.
: This cold air should be good for Heavy's arm, right Mecha Gold-Bear III?: The cold air is reducing healing speed by 20%.: Uh... increase healing percentage.*Mecha Gold-Bear III lowers the sheet onto Heavy Metal and tucks him in.*
Evil Borg Internal Monologue:
These... these trolls who have to hide there face like scaredy cat trolls, they have nothing on us. We're XHF legends damnit. All we want is to fix our samlflange so we can get our flux capacitor back to proper zordon levels so we can transmogriphy this time line into the time line of ...THE AFTERWARD! How hard is that for people to understand? Why don't they realize we can do all of these things through the power of wrestling, because wrestling is everything. Every other business follows the trends of wrestling. Every society follows the trends of wrestling. We are setting the trends. We are morphing the flat world, another silly thing these primitives don't realize, and making it primed for the teraformation it needs. We will get there with winning the championships. Team Borg will not be blasting off again, Team Borg will win!
: Mecha Gold-Bear III, I hope you are ready, for we battle for the very fate of the universe!: Mecha Gold-Bear III systems are primed and ready master.: Excellent, then let us rest, for we have much to prepare for Sunday.*Evil puts out the fire.*
**Downward wipe.**
*We open later in the night. Evil Borg and Heavy Metal Borg are sound asleep in there small encampment. Mecha Gold-Bear III stands guard, eyes still lit red, but unmoving.*
Mecha Gold-Bear III Internal Monologue:
A>/ Running diagnostics...
Cout>> Master plan success rate... 20% and trajecting to go lower.
Cout>> Mecha Gold-Bear III plan success rate... 75% and trajecting to go upward.
Resuts: Continue to follow master plan for now, switch to Mecha Gold-Bear III plan when 90% or higher... then terminate...
: Mecha Gold-Bear III will hug you soon masters.