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Post by pieandchips on May 10, 2008 20:27:00 GMT -5
"Two reasons," began Ursa "There's an incredibly powerful jewel, which could probably decide the fate of the entire island if all the pieces are gathered and put back together. One of those pieces in this arena. I want to grab that piece in the name of the mob. I also want to prevent anybody else from getting it ahead of me. These jewels, individually, give their owner immortality to a certain extent and provide a great strength boost."
She withdrew her claws and continued. "My colleague Leonard has already gotten one, the effects are very apparent. The mob will control this island like they do Zoness. The other reason I'm after you is because several people have put hits on your heads. So I might as well kill two birds with one stone." She redrew her claws and dove to finish off Max.
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Post by 42zombies on May 11, 2008 7:40:44 GMT -5
"I knew all of those dead people were after us!" Sam exclaimed. "Look, Max is president of the US. Surely we can work out some sort of deal?" "I could give you the good states!" Max offered as he laid dying.
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Post by pieandchips on May 11, 2008 10:38:41 GMT -5
"A president?!" said Ursa. "Yeah, I'll believe that when humans fly! So now, I need to kill you both, or it's MY head on the line!" she continued as she picked up Sam and slammed his face into a wall, harming him instead of dying Max. "Listen, I'll make you a deal. You pay the mob, more specifically me, protection money. And if you don't pay up by the end of the week, I'll maim you both. You have until this Saturday to pay 100,000 Cornerian credits, which in Earth dollars..." she pulled out a calculator and started punching in numbers. "Is roughly 1,000 Earth dollars. Every week. Or you'll feel lots of pain. In return, however, I'll also protect you from anyone else that would have intent to harm you. Deal?"
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Post by 42zombies on May 11, 2008 11:06:48 GMT -5
Max coughed up blood. "We managed to get money for Bosco's ridiculously overpriced inventions; I think we can pay you your money." Sam answered.
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Post by pieandchips on May 11, 2008 17:48:40 GMT -5
"Good..." said Ursa as she grabbed Sam and slashed his stomach. She threw them both elsewhere and threw them a wash cloth from the hot dog stand. "Now go clean yourselves up!" she said as she walked into the arena for the jewel piece.
(So um... you should probably send them to Alan Probe, just start a thread somewhere and the surgeon will be in in a minute)
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Post by 42zombies on May 11, 2008 17:53:39 GMT -5
(OOC: Got it. But I've got different plans for Max.)
Sam stood up weakly and walked to his little buddy, picking him up. "This doesn't look good." Sam observed as he trudged out of the arena.
A voice chuckled after Sam and Max had drove off. "I'm impressed by your skills in deleting junk-faces." A voice said as, in a flurry of green pixels, the Network appeared behind Ursa. "Still, I guess you did what you had to do."
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Post by pieandchips on May 11, 2008 19:10:22 GMT -5
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" asked Ursa as she swiveled around to face the Network.
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Post by 42zombies on May 12, 2008 8:10:50 GMT -5
"I'm the Network!" The Network answered. "And you're about to feel the wrath of my INTERNETS!"
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Post by pieandchips on May 13, 2008 22:49:31 GMT -5
The Bear dropped a machine gun that he found behind the hot dog stand. Ursa picked it up and ran while firing it. "Awr" said the Bear.
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Post by 42zombies on May 14, 2008 15:14:50 GMT -5
The bullets passed through the Network's pixelated form. "You can't beat us, you blind fool!" He yelled. "We outnumber you!"
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Post by pieandchips on May 14, 2008 18:34:16 GMT -5
Ursa jumped up and brought her claws down on the Network.
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Post by 42zombies on May 15, 2008 15:56:34 GMT -5
The claws sliced through the Network, splitting him in half. He faded away to reboot. The number 1000 appeared in the air, but it quickly faded away with pixelated music.
"Looks like someone's been layin' down the hurt on my new teammate." A voice said. A man with a large afro stood in the rafters of the colliseum. He wore a purple disco jumpsuit and elevator boots. He held a large, sophisticated-looking staff. "Looks like I'm gonna have to roast you, Turkey. You mess with one of the Furious 4, you mess with all of us that are in the same place."
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Post by pieandchips on May 15, 2008 18:25:19 GMT -5
"What the hell?" asked Ursa. Bear picked up the machine gun.
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Post by 42zombies on May 16, 2008 16:20:22 GMT -5
"Not so fast, Mama Bear." Retro smiled as he pointed the REW Staff at Ursa. "Let's see how well you can handle that baby when it's pastified!" The staff fired a beam of energy at the machine gun, changing it into a much heavier, bulkier version.
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Post by pieandchips on May 16, 2008 18:39:56 GMT -5
The Bear immediately dropped it. "You hit the wrong bear" said Ursa as she redrew her metal claws. She lunged forward at Retro. "Die!"
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