HELLO, HELLO! I AM MEPHONEPROMAX - OR MEPHONEPX - THE COHOST OF MOST OF INANIMATE INSANITY INVITATIONAL (AND THE FIRST PROTOTYPE OF MEPHONEX)! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN OFF CAPS! PLEASE HELP.
HEH.. THIS ISN'T FUN. MY SCREEN CRACKED AND NOW I TALK LIKE I'M SCREAMING. THAT SUCKS.. ANYWAY, OTHER BLOGS, PLEASE INTERACT! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO INTERACT, THAT'S FINE TOO! WELL, THAT'S ALL XP.
edit: I got it fixed and I can type properly now!!!!
//hello, hello! this is the mod of this blog, @anonymousinsanity call me chez! ive relocaed this blog. heh
lore under the cut!
MephoneProMax, or MephonePX, is the first prototype of MephoneX, yet was scrapped due to unknown malfunctions and was thrown into the dumpster.
PX was not the closest prototype to becoming MephoneX, although she does have some features that any MephoneX prototype did not. PX did not obey any of Cobs's commands easily and was one of the very few to ever bite back. Literally. PX was fast, agile, and deadly, like any MephoneX prototype. She was coded so that every second — even millisecond - counted when attacking someone. Yet, with every attack, she hesitated, ever so slightly. Her systems were always running on 86%, and Cobs needed it to be higher. Better. But with all that junk in her system that wasn't needed? Well, you can see how that ended. PX, despite having programming to follow, had a mind of her own. Parts of her programming were quite missing and never quite exceeded to properly help her motives. PX actually tried to kill Cobs once, while he was trying to fix her systems, lunging at him and trying to attack him but failed; which led to her being scrapped in the end.
FEATURES — Can find and track other Meeple products — Can inanimate objects — Can deactivate other Meeple products — Can transport viruses to other Meeple products — Voice assistant
[distant, muffled roars and screeches can be heard. things that no object should hear. my voice distorts, seeming overlayed with itself at different pitches and speeds.]
𝕖𝕧𝕚 𝕝.
𝔴𝔬 𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳 𝔦𝔩 𝔥𝔦 𝔪𝔰𝔢 𝔩𝔣 .
[suddenly, I'm made of anger in its purest form. a burning flame of pure crimson, an emotion given physical space.]
[a redscale fireball with fifty arms stands before you. each arm ends in a seemingly random amount of barbed claws. faint, unholy shrieks emanate from my location.]
