8-Bit Racing King

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[8bitracingking]

Where is everybody anyway? This place is deader than disco.

[8bitracingking]

turbotheghostboy‌:

“Felix ain’t the boss of you,” retorted Turbo. “Even if you leave and he’s not happy, you didn’t do nothin’ wrong. If both of us wash our hands and keep a few feet apart, we’ll be fine. Felix is kinda going overboard about his fear of this virus, in my humble opinion.”

“How am I suddenly the goodie-two-shoes?” Modless remarked with a snort. But he contemplated the kid’s statement.

“I mean on one hand it’s his game I’m living in and the nicelanders are just starting to opt to ignore my existence instead of shoot me dirty looks and gossip about me every time that I leave the apartment.” He muttered to himself. “....but on the other hand, if I was gonna catch the virus it’d probably be in the Game Central Station and not some quarantined instance of Sugar Rush. And it’s been, like, over a year since I’ve gone game jumping. And he probably won’t even notice I’m gone unless I get back past sundown.”

After a few moments he shrugged. “Ah what the heck, I’m already here anyway. Sure, I’ll stay for dinner.”

[the3musesanglena-lucinda-markus]

BlusAuto shop .

[8bitracingking]

the3musesanglena-lucinda-markus‌:

There was  a mini crash and sound that was lue voice say she was there and as she came out deshived from working on somthing ,oil  on her and more black soot across her nose she then fixes her bangs and sighs with a kind look and a am-sorry-for-being-loud,-swearing-again face,as she heads over quickly while talking””G’day ere,and ahh nah no problems just…’’as she then eyes the back’’ somthin not workin right,but ah ya i  know and sorry for the swearin…’’she gave a rool of the eyes and smiles in a sheepish way.

She then sighs and  leans on the counter’’so any thing you want to upgrade before the racin starts?.or check over?.. ‘’lue knows that she wants there cars in top shape even if they had been checked over ,lue loved cars,and working with any mechinal job.

She breathed it,and now she  was quite content there as she had a very thick australian accent on her,she  was very quirky as well and a little clumsy  but she allways make due on everything,even if it was a odd way around getting it done.

She was also glad to help and was a big personalty spark in the game,and she was like a mother hen sometimes as well.

Turbo raised an eyebrow at the sound of something crashing though otherwise ignored whatever destruction was going on out of sight. He chuckled a little at her sheepishness. “Hey, as long as none of the players hear you having a bad time of things it doesn’t really matter.”

He hummed as he considered her offer. “I mean, as fun as upgrades are it’d be pretty unsporting of me to start the day off with one when the other racers don’t. We’ll save that for the players.”

“Honestly though, you need any help with what you’re working on? There’s still a bit of time before the arcade opens and I wouldn’t mind lending a hand.” 

[the3musesanglena-lucinda-markus]

BlusAuto shop .

[8bitracingking]

the3musesanglena-lucinda-markus‌:

Light grew over the game arcade shop,threw the windows and on to the gaming platforms as morning came.

In one of the gaming arcade consol boxes , a  mini shop in turbotime was off in  the left side of the racing tracks,in  behind it was a junkyard,but that didn’tstops the  swearing in the shop as a short female coming out with oil across her freckled nose and cheeks,she looked pissed off.

Her  project she was working on had boke a coil and now needed a new one,she sighs and  rubs  the brigde of her nose,she then heads backin sdie ,ready to  get though to the back to find a coil once more.

Lucinda was her name but  her nicknames was blu or  lue ,she had super long thick hair up in a pony tail,she wasn’t girly,a tank top with some mechnic oil spill on it,thick work pants and boots,and gloves she had a par of  speical googles around her neck for close up tiny fixes she wasn’t slim she was a bit on the thick side,and curvy.

Now  looking over seeing the light coming in she smiles big, it was shop time,she rushes over to get ready and fixes her face up with a cloth and  her gaze deep blue and bright like how blue sonic the heghog was.

Lue was ecited to get people playing her mini games and up grading there cars, and when all was said and done after hours she can even fix up the damage to the racers get into.

@8bitracingking

Turbo was leaning against the hood of his car chatting about nothing with his rivals Jet and Boost as he waited for the arcade to open when the sound cussing in the distance interrupted conversation. There was collective eye rolling as the boys listened in on the mechanic’s frustration for a few seconds.

“Oh dear,” Boost broke the silence between the three racers first as an sympathetic (and maybe just slightly amused) smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “It sounds like Lue is having some trouble.”

Jet looked far less amused, glancing between the mechanic’s workshop and the screen in the sky that let them see into the player’s world. “What a fine time for that. The arcade’s gonna open soon and if anyone hears her language coming from our ‘kid friendly’ game-”

“Oh don’t get your undies in a twist.” Turbo jabbed Jet in the ribs with his elbow, smirking playfully as the blue racer’s scowl deepened. “Relax. I’ll go talk to Lue. Really, don’t blow a gasket. We’ve got time before the arcade opens.”

Jet gave Turbo a helpful shove in the direction of the workshop and Turbo turned around to send the L sign back at the second place racer. The blue racer responded with a raspberry and the red racer laughed. With a roll of his eyes Jet disengaged and went back to chatting with his twin. Feeling victorious Turbo strutted to the mechanic’s workshop with his head held high.

He rapped loudly on the workshop’s door before letting himself in. “Hey Lue, where you at?” He called into the shop, looking around for where the mechanic might be. “Did something break? We could hear you having trouble all the way from the race track!”

[8bitracingking]

turbotheghostboy‌:

“I was exaggerating.” Turbo raised his brows. “I take it that’s a no, then?”

“Meh...” Modless crossed his arms while his face scrunched up in thought. In the past he’d been almost entirely about rebellion, but over the last year he’d been on his best behavior. His track record had been pretty darn good in his opinion, all things considering. “.... now I’m not one to turn down free food normally, but if Felix knows about the virus going around and notices I’m missing he’s really not gonna be happy with me.”

[sm64mario]

Long live classic games!

Oh, yeah!! These’a new fangled games have got’a lot of thanking to do to us old timers!

[8bitracingking]

Honestly, where would most of them be without standing on the shoulders of us giants? 

[8bitracingking]

turbotheghostboy‌:

“Normally I’d agree, but with you disconnected from the antivirus…I dunno.” Turbo shrugged. “But hey, ‘s not like I can do anything about that.” Offering to help Modless was usually a losing battle. “Since you’re here, though, want to stay for dinner? Felix won’t mind. But, uh, he’ll probably make you wash your hands twenty times.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been without an antivirus for nearly two decades and none of the virus outbreaks in the interim have managed to kill me.” He dismissed the other’s concern easily. He winced with a chagrinned expression as he added, “.... Though I really should head back and hide away until this stupid outbreak is over. Cripes, and just when I finally got out for once.”

“If something didn’t come off the first time I washed it, why would the next nineteen times make much of a difference?” Modless mused, shaking his head.

[8bitracingking]

turbotheghostboy‌:

“That’s good? It’s a step up from last time we met, anyway.” Turbo frowned, less than reassured. “But don’t you think you oughtta get coded in somewhere — somewhere with virus protection? No offense, but Turbos like you and me, with our code so full of holes it looks like Swiss cheese, gotta be careful around viruses. What would the world do without us, right?”

“Well uh, you know...” Modless scratched the back of his neck in nervous habit with one hand while his other hand flitted through the air unhelpfully as he searched for words. It wasn’t often in the past that he completely clammed up, but it took almost a solid minute of floundering before he cleared his throat and continued. “Arcades can be pretty ah... conservative communities. Nobody in my arcade even knows anything about working with code.... or at least if they do know they keep it tight under wraps. After all ‘the devs made everything perfectly and any sprite worth a quarter knows better than to mess with what how things are coded.’ So, modding is just asking to get your game unplugged and your deviant self game over’d for good.”

Modless rolled his eyes a bit and gave Turbo a world weary glance. “Obviously none of them have ever walked into a Bethesda game. But even if they’re wrong, it’s best not to rock the boat with the home crowd. I’ve already upset everyone’s sensitivities enough over the years. Besides, Fix-It Felix Jr isn’t exactly a particularly dangerous game to live in. Being hard coded into the place isn’t a necessity.”

[8bitracingking]

turbotheghostboy‌:

“Back? Oh, so you’ve got a home base now? Somewhere you’re coded into?” They had coded Modless into Sugar Rush a while ago, but that was only for a few weeks, while he was recovering; after that, he’d been decoded and was left to roam once more. Turbo would be surprised if Modless really had found a base — he was a drifter type of guy — but coded into someplace with an antivirus was the best place to be right now.

“Eh....” The man managed to look a bit bashful at the line of questioning and raised his hand to wobble it in the universal symbol for so-so. “I’m not coded in, I just... live there.”

The words foreign and bitter on his tongue and Modless couldn’t help frowning. But with a shrug he moved on. “Anyway, I doubt I’ve picked up anything. I’ve only been out of my arcade a couple of hours. I haven’t even been anywhere.”

[8bitracingking]

turbotheghostboy‌:

Turbo smirked his lopsided smirk. “It’s kinda weird for me to think of myself that way, but yeah, compared to other Turbos, I’m the best of the bunch. But I’m not grounded. It’s this new virus that’s been spreading everywhere — haven’t you heard of it? CRoWN19? Sprites all over the place have been getting sick, some corrupted for good. There’s only a couple confirmed cases in this arcade, none here in Sugar Rush, but the grownups won’t let me out because I’m code-damaged and I’m more susceptible to that stuff.”

“I ah-” Modless winced at the information. “....er. No, I hadn’t heard about that. Haven’t gotten out in a while, actually.”

He let out an annoyed huff of air and glared at nothing in particular. “Go figure that now I’m finally out and about, that there’s something nasty going around. I should probably head back sooner rather than later.”

[8bitracingking]

turbotheghostboy‌:

“We’re pretty good,” said Turbo with a shrug. “Everybody’s game is still going strong. We’re lucky, I guess…I heard about some other Sugar Rush, their steering wheel broke or something, but it was because the Vanellope or somebody tried to create a new track in the middle of a quarter alert! Honestly, can you imagine being that stupid?”

He shook his head.

“You know, I’m glad you stopped by. I’ve been dying of boredom here. The grownups won’t let me leave the game, not even to go to Fix-It Felix Jr. I’ve been stuck here for nearly two weeks already. So it’s nice that some entertainment came to me!”

If nothing else, Modless was certainly that: entertaining.

His face scrunched up and he hissed a breath through his teeth, just wincing at the thought. Modless found himself at a loss for words. “Cripes.... Why would-? Who would even-? During a quarter alert? For real?”

After a moment of being flabbergasted he simply changed subjects. “Yeah, I feel you kid. Being grounded gets pretty boring, but at least you’re stuck in a big game.” He glanced around the game wistfully, imagining the confines of a much smaller prison for a moment. Then he looked the teenager up and down in confusion. ”What’d you even do to get into trouble? You always seemed kind of a goody two shoes.”

[8bitracingking]

 turbotheghostboy‌:

Turbo shrugged. “You could’ve left a note or something. But I get it. Anyway…what brings you to this neck’a the woods? You obviously didn’t come to see me, since you didn’t even recognize me at first.” Which was a little annoying, he had to admit. Not that he and Modless had ever been bestest buds, but still, you think he’d remember the guy who saved his friggin’ life.

“It was a joke. Of course I recognized you. Give me some credit here, my memory isn’t that bad.” Modless quipped with a roll of his eyes. 

“Honestly, I would have visited sooner, but life got kinda.... ehh.... complicated? Yeah, complicated.” The ex-racer grimaced a bit before shrugging, opting not to share what that was suppose to mean. “Anyway, you know the old saying- Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I bet you guys missed me. Admit it, I spiced things up in that diabetes dream.”

“How’s your little family doing, anyway? Hero’s Duty still plugged in? I know the one in my arcade is pretty popular with the players. I'd imagine that the Fix-It Felix Jr and Sugar Rush here are doing fine too.”

[8bitracingking]

turbotheghostboy‌:

“Other kiddie versions? Are there more? I never thought there were other Turbos as young as me…”

He shook it off. “Anyway, yeah, I’d say we know each other pretty well. Remember when you got sick with that nasty Trojan? And I helped patch you up but I got the flu? You were hanging around in the castle in my Sugar Rush for a couple months, but after that you headed off and just kinda disappeared. Given all the times you’ve gotten into trouble, I was sorta wonderin’ if something happened.”

“Kid, I’ve met Turbos that are the same age as the Sugar Rush racers. You might be on the younger end of the spectrum, but your age range isn’t wildly uncommon to run into.” Modless’ mouth twisted in thought. “Though most Turbos do look a fair few years older than yourself. It’s actually kinda weird running into a Turbo that’s not significantly younger than me, physically.”

He couldn’t help snorting and raising a brow at the other’s concern. “C’mon Mac, I know I told you I hate doing goodbyes. You can’t tell me that you didn’t know I was gonna disappear once I had the chance.”

[8bitracingking]

Golly gosh, if I didn’t let the dust build up in here. Does anyone even know who I am anymore? Oh who am I kidding, everyone knows who I am. The real question is can I still remember who any of you people are?

C’mon now, don’t be shy. Drop over and say hello, I’m sure I’ll recognize one of you people eventually.

[turbotheghostboy]

“Wait, you’re actually here? Dude, I thought you were dead.”

[8bitracingking]

“You’re one of the kiddie versions of me. And from the familiarity you’re speaking with, you’d better be the one I actually bothered hanging out with and not just a particularly bold brat.” The adult Turbo’s eyes narrowed as he studied his younger counterpart’s form up and down for a minute. With a huff and a roll of his eyes he concluded that yes, this teenager he did know fairly well.

“It’s nice to see you too.” He commented dryly. “But Heavens ta Betsy, does everyone have to jump to the conclusion that a guy’s dead the second he wanders out of their sight? I’ve been around nearly 40 years and I’m starting to get tired of people gawking at the sight of me like I’m a ghost year after year.”

[8bitracingking]

Golly gosh, if I didn’t let the dust build up in here. Does anyone even know who I am anymore? Oh who am I kidding, everyone knows who I am. The real question is can I still remember who any of you people are?

C’mon now, don’t be shy. Drop over and say hello, I’m sure I’ll recognize one of you people eventually.

[8bitracingking]

(( Buh-Bye ))

(( Wow I haven’t been around here in a long time. Forgot how long. Yikes. Four months?

Sorry about the stretch of absence, but lately things have gotten hectic for me. Got a new job (which sucks a bag of dicks), got back into Pokemon yet again and am waiting impatiently for the new set of games to come out this Friday, and when I’m not too exhausted from work or the pokemon craze I tend to spend my remaining time winding down on guild wars 2.

So uh... That hasn’t exactly left much room for RPing as Turbo. I’d say “this isn’t a shut down of the blog”, but I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I was coming back anytime soon.

So! Basically I’ve quit. This blog will still be around, but god knows when the next time I use it will be. Or if I’ll ever even come back again. Not gonna lie, the last time I even thought about the character was in brief passing the day before Halloween which has been special to me as “happy Modless is dead day” ever since that one time where I slaughtered my muse on tumblr.

So yeah. Dead muse, dead blog. To the people who have my discord, see ya around. And to those that don’t so long folks! 

tl;dr goodbyeeee~ ))

[justbadpuns]

The other day I held the door open for a clown. I thought it was a nice jester..