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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 23, 2013, 04:21:02 AM »
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: April 23, 2013, 03:35:37 AM »
Hearing WilyII's shout almost startled Hierophant to dropping his staff, but manages to curb the impulse and keep his concentration on transferring energy towards the lights.
Eye adjustment.... I knew I should have started with low energy and worked my way up.... he frantically thinks to himself.
He wanted to check up on the doctor, but by now his two cohorts would have recovered from the startling scream long enough to notice someone sticking their head out from around the corner. His instincts tell him to run back to the stairwell, but knew if he took his staff away from the lights, they would lose power and darken the place, adding to another session of eye-adjusting agony no one wanted to sit through. Reluctantly, he stays on the step closest to the light and continues to transfer energy into it to keep the room lit for as long as it took WilyII to get the generator back up and running.
The caravan soon reached the outskirts of St. Acidburg, revealing the true horrors of the aftermath it suffered from the fight between the Resistance and their frenzied leader.
While the Berbils remained expressionless (obviously), Chariot knew they were feeling somewhat affected by what they were just seeing. Closing his eyes and concentrating on the energy around him, he sees a transparent rain of swords, dropping eight after another, and survivors almost buried in negative suits: three swords piercing each side of the heart, while nine wands and sometimes five pentacles almost cloud their identity and appearance. And to finalize their daunting trek to recover all hope they had of a happy, carefree future, an unseen wall of negativity began to rise around the city; frail, brittle, ready to shatter in a loud, terrifying rain of stones, poles and glass at the mere penetration of the sight that betrayed their beliefs.
"I want to trust that Vixy has some kind of power to reform this city from the nightmare they just witnessed," Chariot mutters, "But I can't help but think it's not going to be enough to at least get them away from this city and somewhere less traumatic."
"Chariot show Berbils survivor most likely to cause problems," a red panda-colored Berbil suggests, "Berbils unable to detect emotional energy like tarot deck, Blazkrieg, and the One Who Holds the Sword of Omens can. Berbils cannot help without seeming like a threat to survivors."
"Most likely to cause problems...." Chariot mutters while concentrating on his Tarot Energy, "The concert is brimming with two cups, suggesting that the song the Resistance had played earlier must have mended the distrust they felt when they saw their trusting figure almost decimate them, and there's one area of the city cluttered with seven wands, suggesting that must be where most of the berserk frenzy took place. I can't tell how far from this distance, but we should probably stay away from there until the Resistance finishes rounding up the survivors that want to accept their help and apology."
"Then let's start with the outskirts of the city and work our way in," said a silver-colored Berbil, "That way Berbils find friends and citizens of St. Acidburg do not feel overwhelmed with more than one hand stretching out to them."
The panda Berbil nods, having listened into the conversation over the radio, and turns the caravan back towards the entrance to begin their search, hopefully out of sight of the Resistance and their possibly still reforming emotional situation.
Eye adjustment.... I knew I should have started with low energy and worked my way up.... he frantically thinks to himself.
He wanted to check up on the doctor, but by now his two cohorts would have recovered from the startling scream long enough to notice someone sticking their head out from around the corner. His instincts tell him to run back to the stairwell, but knew if he took his staff away from the lights, they would lose power and darken the place, adding to another session of eye-adjusting agony no one wanted to sit through. Reluctantly, he stays on the step closest to the light and continues to transfer energy into it to keep the room lit for as long as it took WilyII to get the generator back up and running.
The caravan soon reached the outskirts of St. Acidburg, revealing the true horrors of the aftermath it suffered from the fight between the Resistance and their frenzied leader.
While the Berbils remained expressionless (obviously), Chariot knew they were feeling somewhat affected by what they were just seeing. Closing his eyes and concentrating on the energy around him, he sees a transparent rain of swords, dropping eight after another, and survivors almost buried in negative suits: three swords piercing each side of the heart, while nine wands and sometimes five pentacles almost cloud their identity and appearance. And to finalize their daunting trek to recover all hope they had of a happy, carefree future, an unseen wall of negativity began to rise around the city; frail, brittle, ready to shatter in a loud, terrifying rain of stones, poles and glass at the mere penetration of the sight that betrayed their beliefs.
"I want to trust that Vixy has some kind of power to reform this city from the nightmare they just witnessed," Chariot mutters, "But I can't help but think it's not going to be enough to at least get them away from this city and somewhere less traumatic."
"Chariot show Berbils survivor most likely to cause problems," a red panda-colored Berbil suggests, "Berbils unable to detect emotional energy like tarot deck, Blazkrieg, and the One Who Holds the Sword of Omens can. Berbils cannot help without seeming like a threat to survivors."
"Most likely to cause problems...." Chariot mutters while concentrating on his Tarot Energy, "The concert is brimming with two cups, suggesting that the song the Resistance had played earlier must have mended the distrust they felt when they saw their trusting figure almost decimate them, and there's one area of the city cluttered with seven wands, suggesting that must be where most of the berserk frenzy took place. I can't tell how far from this distance, but we should probably stay away from there until the Resistance finishes rounding up the survivors that want to accept their help and apology."
"Then let's start with the outskirts of the city and work our way in," said a silver-colored Berbil, "That way Berbils find friends and citizens of St. Acidburg do not feel overwhelmed with more than one hand stretching out to them."
The panda Berbil nods, having listened into the conversation over the radio, and turns the caravan back towards the entrance to begin their search, hopefully out of sight of the Resistance and their possibly still reforming emotional situation.
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: April 22, 2013, 10:58:08 PM »
"And my ribbon is red!" 
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: April 22, 2013, 01:13:56 PM »
While thankful for the sudden distraction, the frustrated noise was more than enough hint that WilyII may need some more help than he thought he needed.
Hierophant poked his head around the corner just long enough to see the console turn on before the Gatling-gun-toting robot nonchalantly turned his attention back to the small hallway leading back to the stairs. While he knew WilyII would have been able to get everything back up and running just by typing into the console, he knew staring at a bright screen with only a dark crystal for light would only make his eyesight worse than it already showed.
He looks towards the top of the basement, seeing ceiling lights strewn all the way down to where the generator is. Since he can only recharge any machine he points his staff to, it was probably best to shed more light on the lab than attempt to recharge the console and risk being spotted a lot quicker.
Hierophant sneaks back to the top of the stairs and points his staff towards one of the lights, concentrating on the orb as it glowed brightly, causing it and all the other lights to flicker a few seconds before snapping on with an almost loud banging noise. This probably don't help conceal his presence, but he hopes WilyII would rather welcome the unknown assistance rather than have his on-hand robot blasting the first thing that isn't his number.
Hierophant poked his head around the corner just long enough to see the console turn on before the Gatling-gun-toting robot nonchalantly turned his attention back to the small hallway leading back to the stairs. While he knew WilyII would have been able to get everything back up and running just by typing into the console, he knew staring at a bright screen with only a dark crystal for light would only make his eyesight worse than it already showed.
He looks towards the top of the basement, seeing ceiling lights strewn all the way down to where the generator is. Since he can only recharge any machine he points his staff to, it was probably best to shed more light on the lab than attempt to recharge the console and risk being spotted a lot quicker.
Hierophant sneaks back to the top of the stairs and points his staff towards one of the lights, concentrating on the orb as it glowed brightly, causing it and all the other lights to flicker a few seconds before snapping on with an almost loud banging noise. This probably don't help conceal his presence, but he hopes WilyII would rather welcome the unknown assistance rather than have his on-hand robot blasting the first thing that isn't his number.
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: April 22, 2013, 11:59:58 AM »
Hajime watched as the outer shell of the Wily Star II is sealed together by Fix-It Man's warp-like speed. He can tell the Resistance was starting to become aware the repairs, and were getting ready to retaliate and stop further construction.
As much as he, and his Robot Masters, wants the Star destroyed at their hands, and ensure their destruction is thorough to the point of barely leaving a screw salvageable, with the WDS still out of power there was no way for WilyII to keep an eye on its progress, giving him more excuses to turn Hajime's scheme of using money as a barrier against him and make him a permanent member of his domination forces.
Hajime knew it would only be a matter of time before he was forced to choose a "legit" side and pour all his expertise and income to meeting their demands and expectations regardless of how aware they are of who he was actually catering his abilities to. Predicting when he will smack into that split in the road is something his spiritual sense couldn't detect, but perhaps that time was coming sooner than he'd hoped, and no amount of excuses through money and lack of budgets was going to stop the Resistance from either branding him an enemy, or smacking him full of zenny to get him to stop.
It was time put the dreaded B plan into action for the safety and survivability of his Robot Masters, most particularly Tarot Cat as it harbors a secret only he, his creations, and Blazkrieg swore to keep hidden from the public in the midst of this two-sided war.
He spots World drifting around the Star, watching in amazement at Fix-It Man's lightning fast repairing speed before flying his dragon mech over to her.
"I need to talk to you about our current situation," he mutters, not wanting the old Wily robot to listen in.
World looks over to him, knowing exactly what was on his mind.
"So...you finally believe this is it.... There's no other way to avoid staying on both sides...?" she sighs as the remaining cards, save again for Justice, poked their heads out from behind her shoulders and back.
"I don't want to admit this, but even with this dragon mech resembling the original Wily's dragon robot, they know nearly all of my first and second series, and at least two of the Resistance can detect organic energy and most likely figure out who is second-commanding the Star's repairs. And with what's happened down at St. Acidburg, they're probably not going to be in the mood to even negotiate me out of fixing that Star."
The cards look to each other in worry, wanting to say something to discourage whatever was going through his mind, but knew they had other charges that needed protecting in order to avoid becoming another tool in this outstretched war. World sighs and looks back towards Hajime.
"So what do you want to do? With the World Domination Station out of power, we don't have to report anything and let the Resistance blow it to smithereens."
"No...if I remember Doc from when we were buddies in the past, he'll just use the destruction as an excuse to force us to do more evil deeds for him, and then it won't just be the Resistance itching to rip us apart."
Hajime sat back in his mech and crossed his arms, tilting his head until it was laying on top of the backrest, "I seriously don't want to do this, but in order to make sure Doc doesn't try chaining us to his side, I'm going to need Hierophant to find the main generator and use his Miracle Staff to get it back up and running before the Resistance gets here."
World compresses her lips in concern while the other cards almost exploded at the idea.
"Are you out of your mind!?" Judgment exclaims, "If that old bat sees him or any of the other cards left behind on RPM, he'll figure out our secret objective and use it to gain complete domination over everything!"
"There has to be another way to handle the old man's predicament," High Priestess protests, "You could send another Robot Master to take care of the problem without endangering Hierophant or the other cards."
"If I try to send one or any of my remaining Robot Masters to the WDS while its blacked out, they'll be gunned down on the spot by Doc's outside patrol, leaving him at the mercy of his and Medic Man's eager curiosity," Hajime retorts, "I know Hierophant and two other cards are still stuck in the WDS, and I know Hierophant has been materialized out of his card, making him the only one capable of getting the Station back up and running without causing too much alarm."
The cards began to protest and exclaim their disagreement against Hajime's idea only to be nervously waved off by World.
"I'm afraid we have no choice," she sighs, "It's important that we, as a unified part of Tarot Cat, help Hajime protect his reputation, and ensure the safety and secrecy of the other Robot Masters bearing his code. Besides, Hierophant won't be doing this alone; even greedy-minded Emperor knows that the safety and protection of the deck is his top priority, and will put aside his desires when he senses another card about to be endangered."
The cards glare at her, still wanting to protest, but reluctantly retreat back to the deck on her back, seeming to feel it best to just hope Hajime knows what he's doing with this particular plan. World lets out a remorseful sigh before closing her eyes and pressing her fingers against the sides of her head, relaying the plan Hierophant's staff in the hopes he wasn't too preoccupied to receive it.
It felt like they had run miles trying to catch Emperor as he continues to slide about, slipping between the walls, floors and ceilings to avoid being caught by Hierophant's persistent dives.
"Is it so hard to just let me get what I need from the great genius doctor!?" Emperor complains, "I expected you to have a little more faith in my ability to mimic every job I change into!"
"If we weren't in the middle of the war, we would've cared less!" Hierophant retorts, "But right now, we have more important things to worry about than uncovering the daily life of an evil, dictating robotisist."
Emperor eventually slips around and slides under a crack leading to the stairwells, finding nothing but spaced rails taking up the current floor and overlooking the square-shaped spiral to the very bottom of the WDS. Luckily, the floor above and its connecting steps were perfectly concealed, making it a fairly easy escape from his persistent pursuers.
He springs his card to a standing position and leaps for the steps only to feel the bottom card jerk and gain a hundred or so pounds. Materializing his head to look towards the source, he finds Hierophant clamping tightly to the bottom end of the card, his feet practically hooked onto the rails of the current floor balcony.
"Clearly you have no clue just how experienced I am at the abilities I've been given!" he sneers while reaching off the side of his card, "Perhaps I can give you another demonstration of how devastating my abilities are to you and any other card that tries to stop what I desire most!"
Before Hierophant could protest, Emperor yanks out a bomb wrapped in ratty old bandages and throws it at his face, causing a silent pop to spew an entire room of smoke. Caught by surprise, Hierophant accidentally lets go, causing gravity to take hold and yank him down the stairwell.
While he can swim like any normal person, it didn't exactly help his situation when there was no water, or any sort of dense liquid for that matter, to help his momentum. Desperate to avoid suffering through more pain than the still throbbing agony riding up his back, he flings his hand out to grab whatever was going to stop his fall, managing to clamp the middle rails of a random floor which flipped him over and would have ripped his arm off the rest of his body if he wasn't a materialized being that could only be torn apart by a bladed weapon.
That, however, didn't stop what he could describe as a universe of pain coiling around his outstretched arm like a famished python, and his priest hat finishing the drop down to the very depths of the WDS. Despite not having the same tolerance to pain as Chariot, Hierophant struggles to stay focused on getting back on the floor he grabbed, swinging his other arm up to grab the top rail and using his average strength to pull himself onto the balcony before collapsing onto his back in a heap of exhaustion and fright.
"Haven't we been here before...?" Death muses while hovering over Hierophant's face, "The only thing missing is you almost reaching the flexibility of a contortionist."
"Could you please not remind me and go find Emperor...?" Hierophant groans, looking ready to pass out.
"It did cross my mind now that I'm done watching the whole Benny Hill scenario," Death chuckles while poking her exposed fang, "But when I saw how close you are to the bottom floor where the generator lab might be, I figured your safety is a lot more important than his; even if you are capable of doing more than just surround your card with white sparks."
Hierophant suddenly yanked his head up, "I'm where!?"
He scrambles to his feet and looks over the rails to see his hat barely visible three floors towards the bottom.
"I would've thought we'd at least be on the third level, considering how tall this building is...." Hierophant mutters.
"Perhaps we are. We never did have the time or courage to explore the entire station to know what qualifies as the bottom floor."
Hierphant lets out another pained, exasperate sigh before heading down to the bottom floor and pick up his hat, "Let's just get back to finding Emperor before-"
He's suddenly interrupted by his Miracle Staff appearing in front of him, shrunk down to hand-held size with its blue orb flashing. Worried it would catch the attention of a wandering robot, he grabs the staff in an attempt to dematerialize it, only to be blinded by visions of what went on at the Wily Star II.
"Something wrong?" Death asked.
"I don't know...." he mutters nervously, "But they want he to help fix the generator that was causing this blackout."
Death tsks while leaning against her scythe as though it were a wall, "Really? Wouldn't it make more sense to just let the old man stew and not know just how far that Star is from being completed."
Hierophant points his still lit staff towards the walls surrounding the bottom floor, finding "B" painted on the wall adjacent to the door leading to another hallway.
"Hajime knows Wily more than we do, and he seems adamant the doctor will do anything to get what he wants, even to a greater extent than Emperor. We may have no choice but to at least check up on the doctor and see how far he's gotten the generator back up and running before attempting to help."
Death muffles an annoyed sigh, "I guess it's best not to question the great master who gave us more than a robot to free us from these cards."
She then starts to float towards the upper floor, "Well, since my only threatening feature is non-lethal bolts of dark energy and a blade that can barely cut butter, I'll see if I can catch up to Emperor and figure out where he's been hiding. Try not to lose your materialized form on the way to the generator lab."
Hierophant watches Death disappear into the shadows of the stairwell before letting out a reluctant sigh and pans his staff around, eventually finding a windowless door standing adjacent to the bottom steps. Keeping cautious, he heads over to the door and carefully pulls it open, finding more steps and what sounds like faint tinkering at the very bottom.
He presses his back against the wall and slips down the steps until he noticed a corner at the very bottom and a corner glowing with the same color he saw illuminating from the command room. His staff revealed the evil programming of one of the robots standing before the generator lab, making any attempt to even move closer a near chore without grabbing its attention first. He decides to wait against the corner and keep focused on the Wily energy projected from his staff to see if the robot will start to turn its attention towards WilyII's aggravated shouts.
As much as he, and his Robot Masters, wants the Star destroyed at their hands, and ensure their destruction is thorough to the point of barely leaving a screw salvageable, with the WDS still out of power there was no way for WilyII to keep an eye on its progress, giving him more excuses to turn Hajime's scheme of using money as a barrier against him and make him a permanent member of his domination forces.
Hajime knew it would only be a matter of time before he was forced to choose a "legit" side and pour all his expertise and income to meeting their demands and expectations regardless of how aware they are of who he was actually catering his abilities to. Predicting when he will smack into that split in the road is something his spiritual sense couldn't detect, but perhaps that time was coming sooner than he'd hoped, and no amount of excuses through money and lack of budgets was going to stop the Resistance from either branding him an enemy, or smacking him full of zenny to get him to stop.
It was time put the dreaded B plan into action for the safety and survivability of his Robot Masters, most particularly Tarot Cat as it harbors a secret only he, his creations, and Blazkrieg swore to keep hidden from the public in the midst of this two-sided war.
He spots World drifting around the Star, watching in amazement at Fix-It Man's lightning fast repairing speed before flying his dragon mech over to her.
"I need to talk to you about our current situation," he mutters, not wanting the old Wily robot to listen in.
World looks over to him, knowing exactly what was on his mind.
"So...you finally believe this is it.... There's no other way to avoid staying on both sides...?" she sighs as the remaining cards, save again for Justice, poked their heads out from behind her shoulders and back.
"I don't want to admit this, but even with this dragon mech resembling the original Wily's dragon robot, they know nearly all of my first and second series, and at least two of the Resistance can detect organic energy and most likely figure out who is second-commanding the Star's repairs. And with what's happened down at St. Acidburg, they're probably not going to be in the mood to even negotiate me out of fixing that Star."
The cards look to each other in worry, wanting to say something to discourage whatever was going through his mind, but knew they had other charges that needed protecting in order to avoid becoming another tool in this outstretched war. World sighs and looks back towards Hajime.
"So what do you want to do? With the World Domination Station out of power, we don't have to report anything and let the Resistance blow it to smithereens."
"No...if I remember Doc from when we were buddies in the past, he'll just use the destruction as an excuse to force us to do more evil deeds for him, and then it won't just be the Resistance itching to rip us apart."
Hajime sat back in his mech and crossed his arms, tilting his head until it was laying on top of the backrest, "I seriously don't want to do this, but in order to make sure Doc doesn't try chaining us to his side, I'm going to need Hierophant to find the main generator and use his Miracle Staff to get it back up and running before the Resistance gets here."
World compresses her lips in concern while the other cards almost exploded at the idea.
"Are you out of your mind!?" Judgment exclaims, "If that old bat sees him or any of the other cards left behind on RPM, he'll figure out our secret objective and use it to gain complete domination over everything!"
"There has to be another way to handle the old man's predicament," High Priestess protests, "You could send another Robot Master to take care of the problem without endangering Hierophant or the other cards."
"If I try to send one or any of my remaining Robot Masters to the WDS while its blacked out, they'll be gunned down on the spot by Doc's outside patrol, leaving him at the mercy of his and Medic Man's eager curiosity," Hajime retorts, "I know Hierophant and two other cards are still stuck in the WDS, and I know Hierophant has been materialized out of his card, making him the only one capable of getting the Station back up and running without causing too much alarm."
The cards began to protest and exclaim their disagreement against Hajime's idea only to be nervously waved off by World.
"I'm afraid we have no choice," she sighs, "It's important that we, as a unified part of Tarot Cat, help Hajime protect his reputation, and ensure the safety and secrecy of the other Robot Masters bearing his code. Besides, Hierophant won't be doing this alone; even greedy-minded Emperor knows that the safety and protection of the deck is his top priority, and will put aside his desires when he senses another card about to be endangered."
The cards glare at her, still wanting to protest, but reluctantly retreat back to the deck on her back, seeming to feel it best to just hope Hajime knows what he's doing with this particular plan. World lets out a remorseful sigh before closing her eyes and pressing her fingers against the sides of her head, relaying the plan Hierophant's staff in the hopes he wasn't too preoccupied to receive it.
It felt like they had run miles trying to catch Emperor as he continues to slide about, slipping between the walls, floors and ceilings to avoid being caught by Hierophant's persistent dives.
"Is it so hard to just let me get what I need from the great genius doctor!?" Emperor complains, "I expected you to have a little more faith in my ability to mimic every job I change into!"
"If we weren't in the middle of the war, we would've cared less!" Hierophant retorts, "But right now, we have more important things to worry about than uncovering the daily life of an evil, dictating robotisist."
Emperor eventually slips around and slides under a crack leading to the stairwells, finding nothing but spaced rails taking up the current floor and overlooking the square-shaped spiral to the very bottom of the WDS. Luckily, the floor above and its connecting steps were perfectly concealed, making it a fairly easy escape from his persistent pursuers.
He springs his card to a standing position and leaps for the steps only to feel the bottom card jerk and gain a hundred or so pounds. Materializing his head to look towards the source, he finds Hierophant clamping tightly to the bottom end of the card, his feet practically hooked onto the rails of the current floor balcony.
"Clearly you have no clue just how experienced I am at the abilities I've been given!" he sneers while reaching off the side of his card, "Perhaps I can give you another demonstration of how devastating my abilities are to you and any other card that tries to stop what I desire most!"
Before Hierophant could protest, Emperor yanks out a bomb wrapped in ratty old bandages and throws it at his face, causing a silent pop to spew an entire room of smoke. Caught by surprise, Hierophant accidentally lets go, causing gravity to take hold and yank him down the stairwell.
While he can swim like any normal person, it didn't exactly help his situation when there was no water, or any sort of dense liquid for that matter, to help his momentum. Desperate to avoid suffering through more pain than the still throbbing agony riding up his back, he flings his hand out to grab whatever was going to stop his fall, managing to clamp the middle rails of a random floor which flipped him over and would have ripped his arm off the rest of his body if he wasn't a materialized being that could only be torn apart by a bladed weapon.
That, however, didn't stop what he could describe as a universe of pain coiling around his outstretched arm like a famished python, and his priest hat finishing the drop down to the very depths of the WDS. Despite not having the same tolerance to pain as Chariot, Hierophant struggles to stay focused on getting back on the floor he grabbed, swinging his other arm up to grab the top rail and using his average strength to pull himself onto the balcony before collapsing onto his back in a heap of exhaustion and fright.
"Haven't we been here before...?" Death muses while hovering over Hierophant's face, "The only thing missing is you almost reaching the flexibility of a contortionist."
"Could you please not remind me and go find Emperor...?" Hierophant groans, looking ready to pass out.
"It did cross my mind now that I'm done watching the whole Benny Hill scenario," Death chuckles while poking her exposed fang, "But when I saw how close you are to the bottom floor where the generator lab might be, I figured your safety is a lot more important than his; even if you are capable of doing more than just surround your card with white sparks."
Hierophant suddenly yanked his head up, "I'm where!?"
He scrambles to his feet and looks over the rails to see his hat barely visible three floors towards the bottom.
"I would've thought we'd at least be on the third level, considering how tall this building is...." Hierophant mutters.
"Perhaps we are. We never did have the time or courage to explore the entire station to know what qualifies as the bottom floor."
Hierphant lets out another pained, exasperate sigh before heading down to the bottom floor and pick up his hat, "Let's just get back to finding Emperor before-"
He's suddenly interrupted by his Miracle Staff appearing in front of him, shrunk down to hand-held size with its blue orb flashing. Worried it would catch the attention of a wandering robot, he grabs the staff in an attempt to dematerialize it, only to be blinded by visions of what went on at the Wily Star II.
"Something wrong?" Death asked.
"I don't know...." he mutters nervously, "But they want he to help fix the generator that was causing this blackout."
Death tsks while leaning against her scythe as though it were a wall, "Really? Wouldn't it make more sense to just let the old man stew and not know just how far that Star is from being completed."
Hierophant points his still lit staff towards the walls surrounding the bottom floor, finding "B" painted on the wall adjacent to the door leading to another hallway.
"Hajime knows Wily more than we do, and he seems adamant the doctor will do anything to get what he wants, even to a greater extent than Emperor. We may have no choice but to at least check up on the doctor and see how far he's gotten the generator back up and running before attempting to help."
Death muffles an annoyed sigh, "I guess it's best not to question the great master who gave us more than a robot to free us from these cards."
She then starts to float towards the upper floor, "Well, since my only threatening feature is non-lethal bolts of dark energy and a blade that can barely cut butter, I'll see if I can catch up to Emperor and figure out where he's been hiding. Try not to lose your materialized form on the way to the generator lab."
Hierophant watches Death disappear into the shadows of the stairwell before letting out a reluctant sigh and pans his staff around, eventually finding a windowless door standing adjacent to the bottom steps. Keeping cautious, he heads over to the door and carefully pulls it open, finding more steps and what sounds like faint tinkering at the very bottom.
He presses his back against the wall and slips down the steps until he noticed a corner at the very bottom and a corner glowing with the same color he saw illuminating from the command room. His staff revealed the evil programming of one of the robots standing before the generator lab, making any attempt to even move closer a near chore without grabbing its attention first. He decides to wait against the corner and keep focused on the Wily energy projected from his staff to see if the robot will start to turn its attention towards WilyII's aggravated shouts.
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 21, 2013, 09:13:25 AM »
I usually get that skin if I let it settle for a bit without drinking it. For some reason it gets worse with the peanut butter cup hot chocolate mix (which taste even more bitter than regular peanut butter), and makes me even less tempted to finish the can I duped myself into buying.
And I don't even want to touch their sea salt caramel hot chocolate mix. When it comes to Archer Farm's hot chocolate mix, I'm better off with the mint flavor (And anything other chocolate mix would either be Ghirardelli or Nesquick)....
And I don't even want to touch their sea salt caramel hot chocolate mix. When it comes to Archer Farm's hot chocolate mix, I'm better off with the mint flavor (And anything other chocolate mix would either be Ghirardelli or Nesquick)....
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 21, 2013, 07:40:05 AM »YOU WILL
WITH MY WILYII COLA
SPIKED WITH GOODNESS
Did you make sure it was out of the reach of platypus' everywhere?
![[eyebrow]](http://forum.rockmanpm.com/Smileys/default/wiggle.gif "Wiggle")
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 21, 2013, 07:31:50 AM »
I believe he wants you to pet all species of platypus, even the ones that don't physically exist in the real world. 
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 21, 2013, 07:23:54 AM »
How do you know he's playing mind tricks on you?
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 21, 2013, 07:19:26 AM »
A cup of hot soy milk with three spoonfuls of mink hot chocolate mix makes for an even better concoction of drinkable goodness.
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 21, 2013, 06:39:36 AM »
I used to drink nonfat milk...until I found out how bland it was to milk containing any percentage of fat.
I since started liking soy milk, only drinking regular milk when I run out late into the evening. Silk Light is my favorite if only because it tastes better than regular Silk.
I since started liking soy milk, only drinking regular milk when I run out late into the evening. Silk Light is my favorite if only because it tastes better than regular Silk.
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: April 21, 2013, 04:13:44 AM »
Chariot returns to the Junkyard, deciding to check out the earthbound situations through the "stick out like a sore thumb" watch out tower before heading over to St. Acidburg to help with the search and rescue.
Peeking into the telescope clamped onto the rail of the watchtower, he can see the overly rampaging Wreck-It Ralph knock off miles from any populated cities, drilling itself into the ground of a nameless quarry spinning and swinging its arms madly while roaring "WRECK" at its max volume. Turning the telescope towards the sky, he can see the makings of the ruined Wily Star II drifting through the vast, airless darkness of space with Fix-It Man zipping about, banging his hammer into every corner of the gathered walls, causing flashes that wiped away any tears and dents that caused its disperse.
"With this much flashing going on, you'd think someone from space would have noticed something going on," he muttered while turning the telescope towards the SexStation hanging almost half a hemisphere from where the Star is.
If what Hierophant said was true and the entire WDS is completely blacked out, then even if Hajime were to stay on schedule he wouldn't have any means to communicate or show proof that the Star is fully operational (And considering Hajime's neutral antics, the black out would have been a saving grace as he wanted both sides to be fighting at their best rather than allowing one to overpower the other while they were still patching themselves up.
Finally, he drags the telescope to the other side of the tower, observing the remains of St. Acidburg where the land saw fit to pile their junk onto. He can see Vixy wandering about, looking for any survivors willing to accept her help. He couldn't see Ryuta anywhere in the area suggesting, since he has the ability to warp to any location he's familiar with, he probably didn't want to mingle with the Resistance, and would rather wait until they left completely before offering his help to those that were too scared by what they had just seen to accept the help of a less distrusting sight.
His observation is suddenly interrupted by metallic banging sending small tremors throughout the entire tower. Chariot looks down to see at least five Berbils standing around a beat up caravan with windows carved into the sides.
"Chariot wishes to help St. Acidburg?" a panda-colored Berbil asked, "Berbils wish to help as well. Some friends of Berbils also trapped in city during fight with the One who Holds the Sword of Omens."
Knowing that he may need all the help he can get due to the flaw that causes his Blood of Swords to circulate his systems and give off negative energy whenever he fights for the sake of others, Chariot grabs the rails and flips over them, sliding down the poles keeping the tower up high until he reached where the Berbils were.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked, "That caravan isn't going to be enough to carry any of the survivors that might not want to accept the very hand that punched them."
"A simple reconnaissance to see how many are left after the Resistance have cleaned up," the panda Berbil said, "If there are still more survivors than the caravan can fit, and its radio frequency isn't jammed, Berbils will call for backup and take survivors to wherever they feel safest."
Chariot was not one to question anyone's decision, or the risk they would most likely suffer through. If they were willing to help out regardless of the consequences, it was best to go along with it and help out when he saw fit than convince them otherwise.
"Let's get going then," he said while heading towards the caravan, "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can figure out what to do next."
The five Berbils nod as they follow him towards the caravan and took their places inside; the panda Berbil taking the wheel while a flat headed, yellow Berbil sat next to him with a portable radio in his hand, and the rest sitting inside the RV with Chariot holding a second portable radio. Once situated, the panda Berbil presses a button next to the wheel, causing the caravan to shake and roar to life, allowing him to drive out of the Junkyard and through the easiest, fastest road to St. Acidburg.
Peeking into the telescope clamped onto the rail of the watchtower, he can see the overly rampaging Wreck-It Ralph knock off miles from any populated cities, drilling itself into the ground of a nameless quarry spinning and swinging its arms madly while roaring "WRECK" at its max volume. Turning the telescope towards the sky, he can see the makings of the ruined Wily Star II drifting through the vast, airless darkness of space with Fix-It Man zipping about, banging his hammer into every corner of the gathered walls, causing flashes that wiped away any tears and dents that caused its disperse.
"With this much flashing going on, you'd think someone from space would have noticed something going on," he muttered while turning the telescope towards the SexStation hanging almost half a hemisphere from where the Star is.
If what Hierophant said was true and the entire WDS is completely blacked out, then even if Hajime were to stay on schedule he wouldn't have any means to communicate or show proof that the Star is fully operational (And considering Hajime's neutral antics, the black out would have been a saving grace as he wanted both sides to be fighting at their best rather than allowing one to overpower the other while they were still patching themselves up.
Finally, he drags the telescope to the other side of the tower, observing the remains of St. Acidburg where the land saw fit to pile their junk onto. He can see Vixy wandering about, looking for any survivors willing to accept her help. He couldn't see Ryuta anywhere in the area suggesting, since he has the ability to warp to any location he's familiar with, he probably didn't want to mingle with the Resistance, and would rather wait until they left completely before offering his help to those that were too scared by what they had just seen to accept the help of a less distrusting sight.
His observation is suddenly interrupted by metallic banging sending small tremors throughout the entire tower. Chariot looks down to see at least five Berbils standing around a beat up caravan with windows carved into the sides.
"Chariot wishes to help St. Acidburg?" a panda-colored Berbil asked, "Berbils wish to help as well. Some friends of Berbils also trapped in city during fight with the One who Holds the Sword of Omens."
Knowing that he may need all the help he can get due to the flaw that causes his Blood of Swords to circulate his systems and give off negative energy whenever he fights for the sake of others, Chariot grabs the rails and flips over them, sliding down the poles keeping the tower up high until he reached where the Berbils were.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked, "That caravan isn't going to be enough to carry any of the survivors that might not want to accept the very hand that punched them."
"A simple reconnaissance to see how many are left after the Resistance have cleaned up," the panda Berbil said, "If there are still more survivors than the caravan can fit, and its radio frequency isn't jammed, Berbils will call for backup and take survivors to wherever they feel safest."
Chariot was not one to question anyone's decision, or the risk they would most likely suffer through. If they were willing to help out regardless of the consequences, it was best to go along with it and help out when he saw fit than convince them otherwise.
"Let's get going then," he said while heading towards the caravan, "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can figure out what to do next."
The five Berbils nod as they follow him towards the caravan and took their places inside; the panda Berbil taking the wheel while a flat headed, yellow Berbil sat next to him with a portable radio in his hand, and the rest sitting inside the RV with Chariot holding a second portable radio. Once situated, the panda Berbil presses a button next to the wheel, causing the caravan to shake and roar to life, allowing him to drive out of the Junkyard and through the easiest, fastest road to St. Acidburg.
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: April 19, 2013, 06:54:49 AM »
Too much polish and buff
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: April 19, 2013, 01:04:45 AM »
With the message sent and the assurance that at least part of Hajime's friends and creations were going to do something to help with the observation of St. Acidburg, Hierophant turns his staff back towards the computer and recharges it, continuing to tinker with the controls to get under the console and pull Emperor out.
"You're wasting your time!" Emperor snarks, "Knowing the great genius of authority, he'll have found the generator and gotten everything back up and running, alerting him to someone messing with his computer!"
"He'll still have to come back here to do something about it," Hierophant retorts, "Even if he uses his teleportation systems, it'll still give us enough time to get you out of there before you end up regretting your own greed."
He eventually finds the controls for lifting the entire console, and a choice between using the scroll bar or inputting the exact height the console needs to be raised. Hierophant lets out an annoyed groan.
"I knew I should have activated the mouse function when I stumbled across it...." he grumbles.
"You only need to raise the console high enough to squeeze your hand through," Death points out, "Just type it into the box next to the height scroll bar and we're good to go."
Hierophant sighs reluctantly as he moves his free hand to type in the numbers only to see a familiar pair of robotic bird feet suddenly land on the numpad next to the other buttons, followed by the familiar, crow-shaped face of Reggae sticking his eyebrow-wiggling eyes into his face.
Before Reggae mustered up the energy to unleash his ear-busting melody, the console suddenly jostles and careens towards the ceiling by four hydraulic poles, causing his neck to comically stretch upwards as his eyes bulge and a startled squeak escaped his voice box before physics took over and snapped his head back towards the rest of his body. The entire floor shook as the console smashed into the ceiling, crushing several monitors and denting the titanium sheets until enough distance was stretched between the power and Hierophant's staff to shut the entire monstrosity down.
By the time everyone's sense shad returned, Emperor's card suddenly zips out of the control room.
"Now you've done it! You'll have no choice but to fix the mess you made or leave the entire building to avoid being caught and dissected!" Emperor chortles silently, "Either way, I'll be somewhere you'll have to search days to get to and you'll never able to find and drag me away from my greatest desire!"
Hierophant turns the chair around, wanting to go after him, but then looks back at the near compressed console and the now helpless Reggae struggling to pull himself free of his predicament.
"Just leave him," Death sighs, "It was his fault for stepping on the numpads before noticing anything on the screen. He'll make a better cover once the old bat gets back here."
Hierophant looks between her and the hapless bird support unit before exasperating a groan and jumping out of the Evil Spinning Chair to chase after Emperor, all the while pointing his staff around to make sure none of the robots were coming his way or noticed his presence.
"You're wasting your time!" Emperor snarks, "Knowing the great genius of authority, he'll have found the generator and gotten everything back up and running, alerting him to someone messing with his computer!"
"He'll still have to come back here to do something about it," Hierophant retorts, "Even if he uses his teleportation systems, it'll still give us enough time to get you out of there before you end up regretting your own greed."
He eventually finds the controls for lifting the entire console, and a choice between using the scroll bar or inputting the exact height the console needs to be raised. Hierophant lets out an annoyed groan.
"I knew I should have activated the mouse function when I stumbled across it...." he grumbles.
"You only need to raise the console high enough to squeeze your hand through," Death points out, "Just type it into the box next to the height scroll bar and we're good to go."
Hierophant sighs reluctantly as he moves his free hand to type in the numbers only to see a familiar pair of robotic bird feet suddenly land on the numpad next to the other buttons, followed by the familiar, crow-shaped face of Reggae sticking his eyebrow-wiggling eyes into his face.
Before Reggae mustered up the energy to unleash his ear-busting melody, the console suddenly jostles and careens towards the ceiling by four hydraulic poles, causing his neck to comically stretch upwards as his eyes bulge and a startled squeak escaped his voice box before physics took over and snapped his head back towards the rest of his body. The entire floor shook as the console smashed into the ceiling, crushing several monitors and denting the titanium sheets until enough distance was stretched between the power and Hierophant's staff to shut the entire monstrosity down.
By the time everyone's sense shad returned, Emperor's card suddenly zips out of the control room.
"Now you've done it! You'll have no choice but to fix the mess you made or leave the entire building to avoid being caught and dissected!" Emperor chortles silently, "Either way, I'll be somewhere you'll have to search days to get to and you'll never able to find and drag me away from my greatest desire!"
Hierophant turns the chair around, wanting to go after him, but then looks back at the near compressed console and the now helpless Reggae struggling to pull himself free of his predicament.
"Just leave him," Death sighs, "It was his fault for stepping on the numpads before noticing anything on the screen. He'll make a better cover once the old bat gets back here."
Hierophant looks between her and the hapless bird support unit before exasperating a groan and jumping out of the Evil Spinning Chair to chase after Emperor, all the while pointing his staff around to make sure none of the robots were coming his way or noticed his presence.
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Forum Games / Re: Comment on the Previous Signature.
« on: April 17, 2013, 06:15:52 AM »
"Hmm...perhaps if the camera was a little further BEHIND her...." 
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: April 17, 2013, 06:14:20 AM »
"Come to me, my tools!"
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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: April 16, 2013, 09:18:11 AM »
After wandering the shack for a while, Berbils Jade and Joe eventually found themselves back at Sickbay, hearing the practicing going on in the second room. Not wanting to bothering whoever was playing such catchy tunes, they stayed at the corner doorway and peeked inside to see PB, whom they recognize as the one who holds the Sword of Omens, playing on what passes for a guitar.
They can see him struggling to stay focused on his practicing, but with what had happened down at St. Acidburg, it seemed harder for him to acknowledge that the trouble he had caused were dictated by someone else.
Jade attempts to head inside to see if she could cheer him up, but was stopped by Joe, who shakes his head and speaks in the Berbil language that seems to imply he may not be in the best shape to accept visitors. Jade lowers her head in remorse as her cylinder-headed companion turns her around and escorts her away from Sickbay, deciding to find someone else to cheer up or converse with as to how they could help resolve this situation.
As Hierophant continued to fiddle with the computer for a way to get Emperor out from under it, he accidentally activates one of the other monitors, showing the state of St. Acidburg. Though he had only known about it through faint words of mouth and observation through his staff, seeing just how much damage one brainwashed robot could cause horrified him to the point of dropping his staff, causing the entire machine to shut down from lack of power.
"As much as I enjoy the sight of death and carnage, I'd much rather see it caused by the opposing side rather than the very people who were supposed to be protecting it," Death sighs, sounding a bit remorseful about what she just saw.
"I should be over there, making sure everyone's okay and helping them move somewhere safe...." Hierophant mutters, "But I can't leave Emperor here to be eventually found by the doctor."
"Emperor can mimic any abilities based on the outfit he wears," Death mutters, "Even if he is an overblown coward, he has been able to get out of worse situations."
"I know...but still...."
Hierophant half-consciously starts to spin on the Evil Spinning Chair, hoping it would help him think of a solution much like it helped WilyII. A couple spins later, he picks up his staff and holds the blue orb to his forehead, concentrating on it as he searches for any remaining cards left behind during Hajime's trip to the ruined Wily Star II.
Finding only Chariot and the four other cards he had gathered so far, he attempts to send a message through his concentration on the staff, hoping he would check the city out despite being in just the same predicament of wanting to get Emperor out of the WDS as he was.
"You really want to send Chariot and the cards he's gathered into the city?" Death muses, "You do know Hajime hasn't been able to fix that flaw that causes him to emit negative energy waves every time he attempts to help someone."
"I wasn't intending for him to go there alone," Hierophant said, "Besides, Blazkrieg isn't so intent on staying out of this war that they wouldn't at least sense what just happened at St. Acidburg and head over to there to help everyone cope with the aftermath. If anything, he won't have to get involved in anything other than commanding the cards on his side."
"Well, if you feel it's best. But I suggest you hurry. There's no telling when that batty old man will find the backup generator and kick it on."
Hierophant doesn't answer back due to his focus on his staff and the message he was sending towards Chariot and the other cards.
The card sticking out of Chariot's cape flashes, causing him to stop in the midst of his fumbling with the computer as a voice echoes in his head. Before the other cards, save Temperance who ignorantly stares at her pots cycling the multi-colored paint substance, could ask, the back of their cards flashed as well, hearing the same message as Chariot.
"Ah...well.... Nice to see Hierophant somehow get materialized as well," Erika mutters while begrudgingly scratching the back of her head.
"But we can't leave them there!" Lovers cries, "There's so many wobots wanting to capture and do nasty tests on dem!"
"Hierophant may be a pacifist, but he isn't a complete pushover," Chariot mutters, "Besides, there's no telling where that Star is lingering over, so if anything, we need to make sure that Ralph knockoff doesn't come charging towards the city and give the survivors wallowing there more reason to panic and lose hope."
He then turns to the other cards, "You better stay here and man the fort. Since the old man hasn't figured out that the lab is still occupied, this should be the only safe place for you to hide in until Hajime finishes that Star and comes back to reunite us with Tarot and the others."
Lovers looks ready to cry while Erika and Sun regretfully nod, knowing that there was very little they could do at the moment but watch over themselves. Chariot heads out of the command room and heads down a few flights of stairs before finding a window closest to the ground and hops out of it, looking around to make sure none of the robots on the other side of the Bridge of Evil haven't noticed him before crossing it and heading off towards the direction of St. Acidburg.
They can see him struggling to stay focused on his practicing, but with what had happened down at St. Acidburg, it seemed harder for him to acknowledge that the trouble he had caused were dictated by someone else.
Jade attempts to head inside to see if she could cheer him up, but was stopped by Joe, who shakes his head and speaks in the Berbil language that seems to imply he may not be in the best shape to accept visitors. Jade lowers her head in remorse as her cylinder-headed companion turns her around and escorts her away from Sickbay, deciding to find someone else to cheer up or converse with as to how they could help resolve this situation.
As Hierophant continued to fiddle with the computer for a way to get Emperor out from under it, he accidentally activates one of the other monitors, showing the state of St. Acidburg. Though he had only known about it through faint words of mouth and observation through his staff, seeing just how much damage one brainwashed robot could cause horrified him to the point of dropping his staff, causing the entire machine to shut down from lack of power.
"As much as I enjoy the sight of death and carnage, I'd much rather see it caused by the opposing side rather than the very people who were supposed to be protecting it," Death sighs, sounding a bit remorseful about what she just saw.
"I should be over there, making sure everyone's okay and helping them move somewhere safe...." Hierophant mutters, "But I can't leave Emperor here to be eventually found by the doctor."
"Emperor can mimic any abilities based on the outfit he wears," Death mutters, "Even if he is an overblown coward, he has been able to get out of worse situations."
"I know...but still...."
Hierophant half-consciously starts to spin on the Evil Spinning Chair, hoping it would help him think of a solution much like it helped WilyII. A couple spins later, he picks up his staff and holds the blue orb to his forehead, concentrating on it as he searches for any remaining cards left behind during Hajime's trip to the ruined Wily Star II.
Finding only Chariot and the four other cards he had gathered so far, he attempts to send a message through his concentration on the staff, hoping he would check the city out despite being in just the same predicament of wanting to get Emperor out of the WDS as he was.
"You really want to send Chariot and the cards he's gathered into the city?" Death muses, "You do know Hajime hasn't been able to fix that flaw that causes him to emit negative energy waves every time he attempts to help someone."
"I wasn't intending for him to go there alone," Hierophant said, "Besides, Blazkrieg isn't so intent on staying out of this war that they wouldn't at least sense what just happened at St. Acidburg and head over to there to help everyone cope with the aftermath. If anything, he won't have to get involved in anything other than commanding the cards on his side."
"Well, if you feel it's best. But I suggest you hurry. There's no telling when that batty old man will find the backup generator and kick it on."
Hierophant doesn't answer back due to his focus on his staff and the message he was sending towards Chariot and the other cards.
The card sticking out of Chariot's cape flashes, causing him to stop in the midst of his fumbling with the computer as a voice echoes in his head. Before the other cards, save Temperance who ignorantly stares at her pots cycling the multi-colored paint substance, could ask, the back of their cards flashed as well, hearing the same message as Chariot.
"Ah...well.... Nice to see Hierophant somehow get materialized as well," Erika mutters while begrudgingly scratching the back of her head.
"But we can't leave them there!" Lovers cries, "There's so many wobots wanting to capture and do nasty tests on dem!"
"Hierophant may be a pacifist, but he isn't a complete pushover," Chariot mutters, "Besides, there's no telling where that Star is lingering over, so if anything, we need to make sure that Ralph knockoff doesn't come charging towards the city and give the survivors wallowing there more reason to panic and lose hope."
He then turns to the other cards, "You better stay here and man the fort. Since the old man hasn't figured out that the lab is still occupied, this should be the only safe place for you to hide in until Hajime finishes that Star and comes back to reunite us with Tarot and the others."
Lovers looks ready to cry while Erika and Sun regretfully nod, knowing that there was very little they could do at the moment but watch over themselves. Chariot heads out of the command room and heads down a few flights of stairs before finding a window closest to the ground and hops out of it, looking around to make sure none of the robots on the other side of the Bridge of Evil haven't noticed him before crossing it and heading off towards the direction of St. Acidburg.
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 16, 2013, 07:41:24 AM »
I should think about whether to finish the Wily Star II repairs now or wait a few more posts before focusing on it.
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: April 14, 2013, 08:59:17 AM »
"Yeah, right! He means my wet, steamy melons!" 
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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: April 11, 2013, 09:40:57 AM »
"Oh, yes. That will be delightful...." óVó
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 11, 2013, 09:38:05 AM »
I haven't exactly played the game, and the only information I could find was that Dr. Wily has taken control of some display robots to wreak havoc in the city. But I'm mainly referring to the parts starting from this point.
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 11, 2013, 09:07:42 AM »Maybe like the Nova fight in Kirby Super Star?
Try a mixture of that and the GameBoy version of Mega Man IV.
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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: April 11, 2013, 08:50:21 AM »
Well, whatever the case, you're going to have to do more than just blast through an opening to make sure the Wily Star II isn't resurrected for a third time.