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Wha?? this is photoshopped! this certainly isn't true!!! Jeffery Epipenstien DID NOT INVITE ME TO HIS ISLAND!!
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
GET OFF ME!
[The person rocked mic in the head.]
It's ill advised to punch metal idiot.
He shook them around
WHO ARE YOU?
GAHAHAHA-
I..I was a member of H’s squad.
..... The stinky chud?
Yeah,yeah.
He lifted him higher
Give me a good reason on why I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW
I-If you kill me now,you won’t know how to reactivate metal without bringing back the demon!
Why would I wan't to do that? It's better if he and that loser demon are dead for good.
If you let that demon leave metal’s shell,then all hell can break loose! I heard he’s been saving all his energy for the day.
Sigh... I think I know a way to prevent that.
He thought for a second
Get me a lamp of sorts, oil, desk, table, any.
Sure,sure.
..If you can..let me down.
he let go of his collar and let him fall onto the floor.
dghf-
[The man rose,and began dragging conveniently placed items toward mic.]
I'm going to seal their souls into objects, and throw them somewhere no one will ever find them. got it?
Grand,except..
I think the anon took both bots on his way out.
He took metal?
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
GET OFF ME!
[The person rocked mic in the head.]
It's ill advised to punch metal idiot.
He shook them around
WHO ARE YOU?
GAHAHAHA-
I..I was a member of H’s squad.
..... The stinky chud?
Yeah,yeah.
He lifted him higher
Give me a good reason on why I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW
I-If you kill me now,you won’t know how to reactivate metal without bringing back the demon!
Why would I wan't to do that? It's better if he and that loser demon are dead for good.
If you let that demon leave metal’s shell,then all hell can break loose! I heard he’s been saving all his energy for the day.
Sigh... I think I know a way to prevent that.
He thought for a second
Get me a lamp of sorts, oil, desk, table, any.
Sure,sure.
..If you can..let me down.
he let go of his collar and let him fall onto the floor.
dghf-
[The man rose,and began dragging conveniently placed items toward mic.]
I'm going to seal their souls into objects, and throw them somewhere no one will ever find them. got it?
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
GET OFF ME!
[The person rocked mic in the head.]
It's ill advised to punch metal idiot.
He shook them around
WHO ARE YOU?
GAHAHAHA-
I..I was a member of H’s squad.
..... The stinky chud?
Yeah,yeah.
He lifted him higher
Give me a good reason on why I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW
I-If you kill me now,you won’t know how to reactivate metal without bringing back the demon!
Why would I wan't to do that? It's better if he and that loser demon are dead for good.
If you let that demon leave metal’s shell,then all hell can break loose! I heard he’s been saving all his energy for the day.
Sigh... I think I know a way to prevent that.
He thought for a second
Get me a lamp of sorts, oil, desk, table, any.
Sure,sure.
..If you can..let me down.
he let go of his collar and let him fall onto the floor.
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
GET OFF ME!
[The person rocked mic in the head.]
It's ill advised to punch metal idiot.
He shook them around
WHO ARE YOU?
GAHAHAHA-
I..I was a member of H’s squad.
..... The stinky chud?
Yeah,yeah.
He lifted him higher
Give me a good reason on why I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW
I-If you kill me now,you won’t know how to reactivate metal without bringing back the demon!
Why would I wan't to do that? It's better if he and that loser demon are dead for good.
If you let that demon leave metal’s shell,then all hell can break loose! I heard he’s been saving all his energy for the day.
Sigh... I think I know a way to prevent that.
He thought for a second
Get me a lamp of sorts, oil, desk, table, any.
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
GET OFF ME!
[The person rocked mic in the head.]
It's ill advised to punch metal idiot.
He shook them around
WHO ARE YOU?
GAHAHAHA-
I..I was a member of H’s squad.
..... The stinky chud?
Yeah,yeah.
He lifted him higher
Give me a good reason on why I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW
I-If you kill me now,you won’t know how to reactivate metal without bringing back the demon!
Why would I wan't to do that? It's better if he and that loser demon are dead for good.
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
GET OFF ME!
[The person rocked mic in the head.]
It's ill advised to punch metal idiot.
He shook them around
WHO ARE YOU?
GAHAHAHA-
I..I was a member of H’s squad.
..... The stinky chud?
Yeah,yeah.
He lifted him higher
Give me a good reason on why I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
GET OFF ME!
[The person rocked mic in the head.]
It's ill advised to punch metal idiot.
He shook them around
WHO ARE YOU?
GAHAHAHA-
I..I was a member of H’s squad.
..... The stinky chud?
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
GET OFF ME!
[The person rocked mic in the head.]
It's ill advised to punch metal idiot.
He shook them around
WHO ARE YOU?
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
GH-?!
Haha!! the old "Pretending you are Dead" Trick!
It's the oldest trick in the book!
He grabbed the dude by the collar and lifted him up
Now then, Who the FUCK are you?
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
[The claw carried mic into the room.]
Now. Let’s see how we can fix you up…
I lived bitch!
he got up and did a sick backflip
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Cool. Meet you outside.
[Gambler walked out of the room,the roof opening again with a claw machine claw descending onto mic.]
bleh.
he kinda let the machine grab him.
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
William,since you are the last man standing,you are free to leave the facility when you wish. You may take your bot’s on the way out,and even take the body if you wish. As a trophy.
Oooh,yay! Don’t think I wanna do that.
…
so like..what now.
Just... take them and get out... yeah....
still laying there like a dead hampster.
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
..I..
I-I mean-
YEAH! YEAH! UNDEFEATED! HAHAHAAHAHAH!
…
Well. Good enough for me.
[The gas shuts off.]
He kinda just lays there like a dead hampster.
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
..WHAT?!
It's... the end for me.....
I couldn't even show my true power... because... I'm not fighting my worst enemy, no no, .....
cough cough, motor oil
William beat me fair and square...
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees
YOU HAD ENOUGH,YOU HAD ENOUGH?! WHERE WAS ALL THAT TALK OF “WORLD ENDING CRAP” NOW,HUH?! WHERE IS IT?!
i have a plan idiot.
AAa... my poor feeble body....
Hello? I'm looking for a "Metal Prism"
Yes, i was told I could meet him here.
…
I̴’̶m̷ ̵s̵o̸r̵r̷y̵,̵y̶o̷u̶r̴ ̸“̶m̵e̶t̸a̸l̷ ̴p̷r̸i̷s̸m̷”̶ ̷i̸s̴n̵’̴t̵ ̴a̷t̸ ̶t̵h̷e̴ ̴p̶h̴o̶n̵e̸ ̶r̸i̶g̸h̵t̸ ̵n̵o̷w̸.̶ ̶ ̵L̴e̶a̴v̴e̶ ̵a̸ ̶m̸e̸s̶s̸a̸g̵e̷ ̷a̶f̶t̵e̵r̴ ̸t̸h̸e̵ ̵b̷e̸e̷p̴.̵ ̴ ̶H̶A̸H̸A̷A̴H̴A̴H̸A̸H̸!̸
Wrong method of communication buddy!
It was mic with a moustache.
I̶t̷ ̷w̸a̸s̶ ̸a̴-̴ ̸ ̴S̷i̴g̴h̴.̴.̴w̷h̶a̵t̷ ̴i̵s̵ ̷y̸o̷u̶r̴ ̵w̴i̶s̶h̴,̵f̷o̶o̵l̶?̸
Reveal yourself.
T̵h̸a̶t̶’̵s̸ ̷n̶o̶ ̷w̸a̵y̵ ̴t̴o̵ ̵s̶p̶e̶a̸k̶ ̵t̶o̷ ̷a̵ ̸h̵o̷s̶t̵,̴i̷s̶ ̸i̷t̶?̶
he ripped off the moustace.
Oh yea?
[His mechanical eyes widened.]
I̵t̴’̴s̷ ̶y̸o̴u̵.̸ ̶ ̷Y̷o̴u̷r̷ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̶h̵o̷l̸y̷ ̸w̴a̴r̶r̸i̴o̵r̷ ̵t̵h̷a̷t̵ ̴M̵e̸t̶a̴l̷ ̵t̷o̵l̴d̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶o̶f̷.̸
Yeah yea, bla bla bla, who the fuck are you?
O̴h̸,̷t̴h̸e̸y̷ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̵n̸’̵t̸ ̴t̵o̷l̴d̷ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̷y̴e̸t̴?̷ ̸ ̵I̵ ̵g̸u̶e̷s̸s̵ ̷I̸ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̷t̵o̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̴a̵l̵l̴ ̵t̴h̶e̴y̵’̴r̶e̶ ̷w̶o̶r̸k̶ ̵f̴o̸r̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶m̵.̵
He picked him up.
You talk too much, you know that?
I can definitely tell that you aren't Him, that's for sure.
Y̷e̶a̷h̷,̴n̶o̴ ̶d̵u̵h̵.̸
And I doubt you are as big of a threat either.
He stared at him for a bit.
Oh well, can't risk anything these days.
He began to squeeze him like an orange.
?!
[The mechanical triangle jumped out of his hands before any damage.]
Y̵O̵U̴ ̶D̶O̵ ̸N̵O̴T̵ ̵D̷A̶R̴E̷ ̵L̴A̷Y̸ ̴H̸A̴N̷D̶ ̴O̷N̶ ̷M̶E̶,̵M̸O̴R̶T̷A̴L̴!̴ ̶Y̷O̶U̴ ̵H̷A̶V̸E̵ ̸N̷O̸ ̶I̴D̷E̵A̵ ̵O̴F̴ ̵M̵Y̴ ̴P̸O̵W̸E̴R̵!̴ ̷I̶ ̸W̴A̵S̷ ̷A̴N̷ ̴A̸N̸G̷E̶L̷,̷D̵A̴M̴N̴ ̵Y̸O̴U̵!̸ ̴I̸L̵ ̸D̵E̶S̵T̵R̷O̵-̵
[Whirring could be heard,before an Oculus Rift shutdown noise was heard,as it powered down. The body was magentized toward an unseen hole in the roof.]
not so fast
He grabbed onto him.
I'm not letting you get away with those cheap tricks, not again.
[The body moved swiftly through the ceiling,dragging my microphone though the roof.]
He tried to rip the machine open like an orange... mmm... oranges.
I'll make sure you stay dead this time.
[Something wasn’t right. As bits of it began to tear,it’s like the body itself was a magnet,bringing the pieces back.]
Wuh?
[Eventually it stopped. The roof opened,and the body was sprayed with something,causing mic to drop into a wide room. The machine continued when he fell,entering a room behind some glass up above.]
damnnit.
[Behind the screen,an intercom blasts through the room.]
Hello,soundmaster.
You don’t know me. But I’ve been told about you by Metal.
cut to the chase.
Not exactly.
See,I have another guest coming in. And judging by his feats,he should be coming in right about…
[CRASH!]
Huff…Huff…
I'm not fighting this guy.
Nobody is going to fight anybody!
..Yet.
Speaking of,why don’t you ask him why he’s come?
fine.
he reluctantly glanced at him
Hey, Gamblert, why are you here?
THAT SON OF A BITCH HAS PAWN!
Indeed I do,William.
And I'm guessing he's gonna make us fight some dudes, "Colosseum style" Right?
With a twist.
Also…
Try any of your little party tricks on me,and the bots fry.
Whatever you say ramstick.
Refusal to fight also works,but has the same outcome.
[Gambler stared at mic,fists clenching.]
I didn't say I wasn't going to fight Macintosh.
…I am.
[The anon lunged at Mic,gripping him and hurling him to the wall.]
Let go of me you Idiot! we didn't even get any instructions yet.
Can’t you pick up context clues,angel boy?! FIGHT!
[Gambler winded up a punch all the way to the back of his head.]
Ugh... You can NEVER reason with a idiot.
He grabbed his fist and moved it down.
You do realize that beating me up won't solve anything, right?
NOT BEATING YOU UP WILL GET MY SON KILLED,AND I CANT LIVE LIKE THAT THAT AGAIN!
[He winded back up the punch,landing it onto mics hand,sending it back.]
I CANT LIVE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME,MIC!
Riddle me this, how the HELL do you get BOTH OF YOUR CHILDREN KILLED!!?? LIKE HOW!?!?
Shouldn't you be idunno, WATCHING OVER THEM?
And look, sorry if i'm being a bit too blunt, but Iv'e got literal world ending crap to go deal with.
I KNOW! I KNOW,I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS! I DONT EVEN THINK I DESERVE IT! BUT THIS IS MY LIFE NOW! AND IF YOU RESPECT IT,THEN YOULL LET ME HAVE THIS!
Do you even know this guy!?
WHY DOES THAT MATTER RIGHT NOW?!
Plus It's not even guaranteed that they go through with their promise,
IM NOT TAKING CHANCES!
[He reeled back again,a green aura now surrounding his hand.]
Sigh
he got ready for combat, squaring up
[The punch flew.]
He sidestepped the punch.
Dude, come on.
YOU COME ON! COME ON AN FUCKING FIGHT!
[He threw another.]
Fine, geez.
He slid under him and grabbed him by the abdomen
GH?!-
He lifted him into the air, above and over his head.
Ok ramstick, what are the terms and conditions of this fight? Do we need to do anything in particular or just beat each other up?
One of you must defeat each other in battle. At any random moment,I will release my hallucinogenic gas into the room,making you more paranoid. Weapons will be involved. The moment one stops breathing,the other wins,and them and the bots go free.
Cliché much? You had like, a limitless fountain of ideas and this is what you come up with?
he dropped gambler and crossed his arms.
Seems a bit silly to judge me when your at my mercy,isn’t it?
[As soon as gambler is dropped,he instantly uppercuts mic.]
Agh,, you do realize I don't have a pulse or anything right?
You could've thought this through a little bit better...
I’m getting tired of your whining. I say it’s about high time the stakes get raised…
[Platforms lower then rise back up shortly with bundles of different weapons,each from different era’s.]
Won't it mean he wins because I literally can't breathe? Im like basically an affront to nature itself.
He turned around to look at the weapons
ooh! a club!!
Just shut up and fight,unless you want poor metal here fried?
[Meanwhile,Gambler charges at mic with a whole BUZZSAW.]
he quickly grabbed the club and a stone axe
Fry Him, I don't care, metal is but a parasite to this world. His mere existence offends even the lowest of demons.
The device is hooked up to both machines in the event that both of you decide not to. So,there truly is no way out of this.
I’ve thought of everything,microphone.
and if I forfeit and he dosent?
Then he-
WILL YOU STOP WITH THE LOOPHOLES,MICROPHONE?! I PAID GOOD MONEY TO PREPARE THIS BATTLE,AND I WILL NOT LET YOU AND YOUR BLABBERING RUIN IT!
[The person slammed onto a button,a familiar orange gas filling the room.]
mmm... oranges...
Look man, maybe you should keep your fan battles to yourself before dragging us into it....
One of you will fall. Eventually.
[The gas began to infiltrate the minds of the two,forcing them to view each other as monsters.]
he rolled his eyes, and reluctantly began to fight with the club
stoopid idiot.... stupid idiot dosen't even understand anything..
He swung the club at Gamblert.
[He weaved,swinging the saw at mic’s chest.]
Ow, my chest.
He bonked him in the head with the club.
Bad! Very bad!
GREAAH!
[He swung at the neck now.]
Oh dear! oh my! My poor neck! ooohh oww....
He fell on his knees