Ahem....
"Holy Shhhhhhhhrubbies Raideneman!" DNR uttered in his best Burt Ward impersonation, his squeaky voice edged with fright.
The doctor latched his arms around Raidene's legs, seeking some form of strength from his valiant protector. He squeezed shut his teary eyes and pressed his cheeks against Raidene's thigh, his face up tilt almost as if he was in prayer. He mumbled incoherently, begging his companion for advice, "What are we going to do sir?!", as he shook the thunder god's leg as though it were a sapling. However, the cocky god ignored the timid doctor and leaped into action, devastating the horde of viruses with little concern for self or safety. As DNR pushed himself hastily to his feet, he watched with admiration as Raidene fought like a man possessed. Truly hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Polonius sat in the relatively drab computer room, casting fearful glances at the horde of viruses confronting his Navi and their cohorts. It seemed almost impossible for the young doctor to make it through this ordeal intact. He gazed across the computer room, his eyes meeting the backs of heads and the glow of monitor screens. No one else in the room was aware of his plight. No one knew of the dangers his Navi faced. He doubted that anyone even cared. With a great sigh he turned back to the battlefield and examined the swarm of small viruses, his worried expression growing deeper with every passing second.
"Th-there must be twenty...No thirty viruses!? How c-c-can we beat those?" His constant stutter seemed right at home with the fear that tinged his voice.
"These guys are easy Bellatrix. There's no need to worry about the situation, they can easily get bored and leave us alone...." DNR scoffed at his worries, even giving a little laugh. It seemed that the Navi had taken heart in Raidene's display of combat prowess.
"B-but this is..."
"MADNESS! Absolute madness!" An unknown voice boomed from the doorway, immediately pulling everyone's attention from their screens.
Polonius could see a man, with a complexion as dark as his own, standing near the counter in the front of the room. He was strangely dressed, in the style of an ancient punk rocker, with two earrings shining brightly from his eyebrow. The recipient of the punk's bellows was a giant of a man, at least seven feet tall and dressed as though he has just stepped out of a medieval fairy tale with a multitude of earrings and gold chains wrapped around his neck and head. The giant was tall, but thin and with a shining bald head. The sight of these two was almost enough to hold Polonius' attention even as the battle raged on in the Net.
"Serxes, why does the company have such a draconian policy on bringing food into the lab? All the union rep demands is an allowance for bread and water." The punk seemed to be negotiating with the giant.
"Come Rionitus," The giant, Serxes, laughed in a rich bass. "Let us be reasonable and discuss this someplace else. It would be a heretical waste of time and energy to explain myself to you. Besides, what of all these men? They should not be subject to our...Disagreement. Not all over a single misunderstanding."
"Fine, let us retire to your office." Rionitus patted Serxes' shoulder and the two left behind a stout, brown oak door.
The real world conflict having resided, Polonius found himself in a state of bewilderment. The discussion between the two strange men had completely distracted the young NetOp from the battle that raged on the Net. He cast another glance at the computer screen, wondering what had happened while he had been disturbed. He fumbled for his PET, slotting in a BattleChip with an absent minded movement. He moved as if by instinct, his mind far away as the RageClaw data surged through his PET to merge with his Navi.
"Madness..." He mumbled under his breath as though contemplating the very meaning of the word.
The melee BattleChip surged through him, infusing itself with his systems and causing three gleaming talons to sprout from each foot. The side two talons were small, only two inches in length but still razor sharp. The middle talon on each foot was a hooked monstrosity, five inches in length with a wicked tip that could disembowel an unwary foe. As DNR raised himself onto the balls of his feet, claws ticking sharply against the Net floor, he could not stop thinking about that single word: Madness. Something about the word reverberated within his. It was like a familiar warmth that was reviling to contemplate. His mind rallied against the word as a flock of sheep would rally against the lone wolf. He pushed it out of his head as he stared calmly at the viruses hovering before him.
"Madness!?" DNR spat the word as though it were a curse. "MADNESS!?..... This is Netopianeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...." He continued on that long "e" sound as he rushed forward on raised haunches, stalking the rotund viruses as they hovered over the ground.
As he neared a pair of the Maru Balls, DNR spun about on one leg and sent his raised foot slicing through the air in a devastating round house kick. His razor claws gleamed dangerously in the light of the Net, the middle serrated hook seeking to bisect a virus and spill its innards. DNR could feel the strength of the blow, knew that if he connected he would send the pitiful viruses hurtling through the air to possible collide with the rest of their pack.
His kick finished, DNR dropped low to the ground before springing to his feet once more. He cannot help but make a preemptive victory dance, screaming "Gooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!" with a toothy grin on his face. He ran toward a second huddle of viruses, leaping into a backwards flip that sent his claw slicing through the air. He aimed at a pair of viruses above his head, hoping to blast the two into their fellows with a single, dominating strike.
Now, breathing heavily with huffs and puffs, the white-haired wackjob dashed toward a third pair of the small viruses. He weaved an imaginary line, zig-zaging to the left and right as though to fool an invisible goalie into mistaking the truth of his path. In the back of his mind, far from his conscious thought, he hoped that his movements would be enough to avoid any untoward contact with the round ball-like viruses. He leaped into the air, sending another circling kick toward the viruses with a shout on his lips.
"This is where they fall!" DNR's bellow roared through the battlefield.
Actions
1. Rageclaw throw ( Maruball R and S to T and V 20 to each )
2. Rageclaw throw ( Maruball W, X to Y and Z 20 to each)
Ability: Swordplay
3. Rageclaw throw ( Maruball AA, BB to CC and DD 20 to each)
Random Chat (NEW!!!) V.1
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Geowars
it's geometry wars.....but it's in flash and it's HARD like the original game that spawned this.
it's geometry wars.....but it's in flash and it's HARD like the original game that spawned this.
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*Proud of self*
In Rome: Total War, a 1700 strong army was beaten by my 157.
Stone Walls FTW!
In Rome: Total War, a 1700 strong army was beaten by my 157.
Stone Walls FTW!
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Quote (Shuryou)
Silver.EXE: *rips out Revenge's inner system* "You were saying...?"
Yay for crazy new Navi and Operator.
Quote from first page! Omgwtf
Mai naem! :00000!!
PERFECT UNIFICATION!
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he just comes into the main loby and BAM i get benned for no reason, it wasn't even a MINUTE after he came in and i get banned and i didn't do a thing to piss him off.
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Previous occurrences may have removed his positive image of yourself, thus, he has a permament dislike towards you.
Still looking for them YTMND downloaders!
Still looking for them YTMND downloaders!