They die
SpikeyA: DELETED
SpikeyB: DELETED
SpikeyC: DELETED
American.exe: 120
-A WINNER IS YOU!-
Get: Heatshot, 200z
America, my name is American
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American turned his back on the newly created graveyard for the Spikey's that he had just deleted. He began to work up some spit, after he did he begun to spit on the ground. Only twice until he ran out of good spits, so he began to walk away from what he destroyed. Leaving nothing but cartridges in his wake after the battle. He wasn't ready to leave just yet, he kind of liked it here, nothing to strong or powerful to hurt him.
Battle_2
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Virus Attack!
BandcoonA: 50 HP
BandcoonB: 50 HP
CanondumbA: 50 HP
CanondumbB: 50 HP
ShrubbyA: 50 HP
American.exe: 120 HP
-Oh look! New viruses!-
-BATTLE 2!-
-HAJIME!-
BandcoonA: 50 HP
BandcoonB: 50 HP
CanondumbA: 50 HP
CanondumbB: 50 HP
ShrubbyA: 50 HP
American.exe: 120 HP
-Oh look! New viruses!-
-BATTLE 2!-
-HAJIME!-
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American pondered at these newly formed virii that had popped up before him, trying to oppose him as they stood infront of him. They stared him down terrifingly as he stood there looking back at them with his gaze set on all the virii. He raised his rifle up and then squeezed it between his arm and body. He wasn't going to take his eyes off of the virii while he was fighting them. They had no reason to take him down without him putting up a fight before dying. He squeezed the trigger and let out a spray of bullets from his rifle, aimed at only one virus. He then dropped his rifle to his side, and lunged his body to the left. Jumping off the ground, he was paralell to the ground when he leapt.
He grabbed a cartridge from his pouch when he was in the air, never taking his eyes off the group of virii that were so possibly bent on his destruction, possibly bent on world domination. Or he was overreacting to something that he knew he had just made up off the top of his head to keep calm while in a battle situation. So he backed off once he hit the ground, his shoulder making contact and then he rolled off his back onto his stomach.
"Bo, it's time to try that chip we got from the Spikey's a little while ago. Think it will work on one of these guys?" American said with his focus mainly directed at the Shrubby.
Bo pulled the newly gained chip from his batch of Shotguns and Shotgun like chips. Then slotted the chip into his PET, he then pulled the chip from the slot, and pushed the download button to give it to American. He threw the chip back into the sloppy-mistrewn pile, then pulled three shotguns from the pile for his next chance.
"Hope you like that chip, I'm not sure if it's to your standards though." Bo said as he sadly looked over at the pile of Shotguns that he had in his folder. He then jokingly began another sentence "I figured as long as it shot some type of blast, you'd like it."
American smirked to himself as he heard Bo say his last sentence, he wasn't sure if Bo was trying to hint at something or if it was just some random banter they did. "You saying I have to many Shotguns? Well I say you have to many socks, how about that Bo?" American knew this would tick Bo off at least a little bit, no one gave a comeback to Bo about his socks.
"Goddamn it American, just use the chip and lets go get some diversity into our chip selection. Maybe some type of power that isn't mainly bursts of gun fire." Bo said as he stared down the three Shotguns that he had left in the spot he had picked up the Heatshot and the three other Shotguns he was holding.
American nodded in agreement and quickly rolled to try and evade something, but he only ended up about four feet away from where he was and back on his stomach again. He lifted his rifle up again and lowered it so he had it braced on the ground. He looked through the scope on his rifle to make sure he had the Shrubby in his sights and that he had the highest chance of hitting it he could possibly have. He finally had the Shrubby in his sights and he quickly squeezed the trigger, the large fire ball erupted from the barrel and zoomed towards it's target, leaving a streak of smoke in it's wake.
1-3_ Charge Shot ((48dmg)) BandcoonA
4_ Heatshot ((40dmg+Elemental+Splash)) ShrubbyA + Splash to BandcoonA
4+_ Snipe ((Increase accuracy of Heatshot))
He grabbed a cartridge from his pouch when he was in the air, never taking his eyes off the group of virii that were so possibly bent on his destruction, possibly bent on world domination. Or he was overreacting to something that he knew he had just made up off the top of his head to keep calm while in a battle situation. So he backed off once he hit the ground, his shoulder making contact and then he rolled off his back onto his stomach.
"Bo, it's time to try that chip we got from the Spikey's a little while ago. Think it will work on one of these guys?" American said with his focus mainly directed at the Shrubby.
Bo pulled the newly gained chip from his batch of Shotguns and Shotgun like chips. Then slotted the chip into his PET, he then pulled the chip from the slot, and pushed the download button to give it to American. He threw the chip back into the sloppy-mistrewn pile, then pulled three shotguns from the pile for his next chance.
"Hope you like that chip, I'm not sure if it's to your standards though." Bo said as he sadly looked over at the pile of Shotguns that he had in his folder. He then jokingly began another sentence "I figured as long as it shot some type of blast, you'd like it."
American smirked to himself as he heard Bo say his last sentence, he wasn't sure if Bo was trying to hint at something or if it was just some random banter they did. "You saying I have to many Shotguns? Well I say you have to many socks, how about that Bo?" American knew this would tick Bo off at least a little bit, no one gave a comeback to Bo about his socks.
"Goddamn it American, just use the chip and lets go get some diversity into our chip selection. Maybe some type of power that isn't mainly bursts of gun fire." Bo said as he stared down the three Shotguns that he had left in the spot he had picked up the Heatshot and the three other Shotguns he was holding.
American nodded in agreement and quickly rolled to try and evade something, but he only ended up about four feet away from where he was and back on his stomach again. He lifted his rifle up again and lowered it so he had it braced on the ground. He looked through the scope on his rifle to make sure he had the Shrubby in his sights and that he had the highest chance of hitting it he could possibly have. He finally had the Shrubby in his sights and he quickly squeezed the trigger, the large fire ball erupted from the barrel and zoomed towards it's target, leaving a streak of smoke in it's wake.
1-3_ Charge Shot ((48dmg)) BandcoonA
4_ Heatshot ((40dmg+Elemental+Splash)) ShrubbyA + Splash to BandcoonA
4+_ Snipe ((Increase accuracy of Heatshot))
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The Bandcoons weren't paying much attention, as the first one got a face full of lead, and it and the bush got burned down together. The second one, because it failed to do it's job. The two cannons fired their rounds at America, but only one hit.
BandcoonA: dead
BandcoonB: 50 HP
CanondumbA: 50 HP
CanondumbB: 50 HP
ShrubbyA: dead
American.exe: 100 HP
BandcoonA: dead
BandcoonB: 50 HP
CanondumbA: 50 HP
CanondumbB: 50 HP
ShrubbyA: dead
American.exe: 100 HP
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The dwindling number of virii that were opposing American's patriotism were now probably rethinking their decisions about attacking him. He was on the verge of defeating them, but he wasn't sure if they would all ban together at once. So he had to do this quick and by the books. He could always just use three Shotguns to get the job done like he would do usually. Or he could just use the boomerang and see if that one chip would be able to spin just enough for it to go all the way around.
"Bo, I know this last Bandcoon could probably steal our chips, but I'm going to need a Boomerang. If that misses something I'll resort to my rifle to stack up the rest of the damage." He said it as if his tactics were flawless at this point, and that he wouldn't need a back up plan. Or he did have a backup plan and that he wasn't going to throw it out there for Bo to mess around with it.
"American, if that thing gets your Boomerang, we ain't going to get it back. You'd probably have to rely on you Shotgun stash you revere so god like." Bo said without hesitation as he pulled the Boomerang from his pile and quickly slotted it into his fading PET. The chip was downloaded and Bo pulled the chip from the slot it was placed in before. "Go ahead though, we have plenty of Shotguns to blow those virii to smithereens if you mess up with the Boomerang."
American looked on in disgust as he heard what Bones had said to him, he didn't trust him with one chip. He trusts him with three Shotguns but one Boomerang was something American knew he could handle in a fight. Why not just trust him with something that blew up the whole field, maybe then he wouldn't miss such high stakes shots. Even though American hardly trusted himself with shots like these, but still he was shocked that Bo didn't even trust his own Navi with this chip.
American's left arm morphed into his buster which only happened when he used certain chips. The Boomerang slid down and flipped out into place at the barrel hole of the buster, fitting nicely into his buster. He raised his left arm up and began to take whatever aim he could so he wouldn't miss this shot badly. He couldn't do much without a scope on his arm, but he still had his eyes which were enough for him at this moment. He swung his arm back, and then flunged it forward once he had it all the way back that he could do. The Boomerang let loose and began to spin towards the virii, it made a turn when it did and returned to American's buster. It folded up and slid back into the barrel hole. Finally his buster morphed back into American's blue gloved arm.
American grabbed his rifle off of the ground, he had placed it there before his arm morphed. He began to charge his rifle, he hadn't placed a cartridge in yet. He wanted to have a full charge before he let the shot loose. He remembered when he had the Patriot Lazor, which was his very first custom weapon for him. It took alot out of him with the recoil, but he always looked past it. He finished charging and then lowered himself to the ground to prepare himself for a large leap.
1_ Boomerang((60dmg)) BandcoonA, CanondumbA-B
2-3_ Charge
4_ Dodge
"Bo, I know this last Bandcoon could probably steal our chips, but I'm going to need a Boomerang. If that misses something I'll resort to my rifle to stack up the rest of the damage." He said it as if his tactics were flawless at this point, and that he wouldn't need a back up plan. Or he did have a backup plan and that he wasn't going to throw it out there for Bo to mess around with it.
"American, if that thing gets your Boomerang, we ain't going to get it back. You'd probably have to rely on you Shotgun stash you revere so god like." Bo said without hesitation as he pulled the Boomerang from his pile and quickly slotted it into his fading PET. The chip was downloaded and Bo pulled the chip from the slot it was placed in before. "Go ahead though, we have plenty of Shotguns to blow those virii to smithereens if you mess up with the Boomerang."
American looked on in disgust as he heard what Bones had said to him, he didn't trust him with one chip. He trusts him with three Shotguns but one Boomerang was something American knew he could handle in a fight. Why not just trust him with something that blew up the whole field, maybe then he wouldn't miss such high stakes shots. Even though American hardly trusted himself with shots like these, but still he was shocked that Bo didn't even trust his own Navi with this chip.
American's left arm morphed into his buster which only happened when he used certain chips. The Boomerang slid down and flipped out into place at the barrel hole of the buster, fitting nicely into his buster. He raised his left arm up and began to take whatever aim he could so he wouldn't miss this shot badly. He couldn't do much without a scope on his arm, but he still had his eyes which were enough for him at this moment. He swung his arm back, and then flunged it forward once he had it all the way back that he could do. The Boomerang let loose and began to spin towards the virii, it made a turn when it did and returned to American's buster. It folded up and slid back into the barrel hole. Finally his buster morphed back into American's blue gloved arm.
American grabbed his rifle off of the ground, he had placed it there before his arm morphed. He began to charge his rifle, he hadn't placed a cartridge in yet. He wanted to have a full charge before he let the shot loose. He remembered when he had the Patriot Lazor, which was his very first custom weapon for him. It took alot out of him with the recoil, but he always looked past it. He finished charging and then lowered himself to the ground to prepare himself for a large leap.
1_ Boomerang((60dmg)) BandcoonA, CanondumbA-B
2-3_ Charge
4_ Dodge
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(Assuming you're aiming at the live Bandcoon)
The boomerang sweeps through the unsuspecting viruses, just as the Bandcoon charges at American, a glint in its eye. But deletion comes before theivery.
BandcoonA: DELETED
BandcoonB: DELETED
CanondumbA: DELETED
CanondumbB: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
American.exe: 100 HP
-Victory!-
Prizes: 200z, Ringlog1
The boomerang sweeps through the unsuspecting viruses, just as the Bandcoon charges at American, a glint in its eye. But deletion comes before theivery.
BandcoonA: DELETED
BandcoonB: DELETED
CanondumbA: DELETED
CanondumbB: DELETED
ShrubbyA: DELETED
American.exe: 100 HP
-Victory!-
Prizes: 200
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"American, we have a mission, it's actually in that exact same spot your in. Pretty near it also, so you might as well run on down there and clear that shit out." Bo said after closing a screen on his PET, he had just checked the post he had made to the BBS. He then recorded the data from the fight, and added to his zenny total. "So get your soldier ass moving and continue down the way."
American stood up and looked at the window that had Bo in it. He lifted his hand at flipped Bo off, he hadn't liked the soldier ass comment that Bo had just made. It tipped the scales in his favor and gave him the confindence to do that. "You know we have a hate-hate relationship Bo. I hate you sometimes, you hate me sometimes. This is that we hate each other moment." American then stood with his arms crossed for a moment, and finally gave Bo another response. "Your lucky I feel like killing something, I'll go."
American began to jog quickly, trying to keep a fast pace that he could hold. He was headed towards where Bo had said he had to go to see the anomaly. He was going to fix this corruption then get his soldier ass as Bo said back into his warm safe PET.
American stood up and looked at the window that had Bo in it. He lifted his hand at flipped Bo off, he hadn't liked the soldier ass comment that Bo had just made. It tipped the scales in his favor and gave him the confindence to do that. "You know we have a hate-hate relationship Bo. I hate you sometimes, you hate me sometimes. This is that we hate each other moment." American then stood with his arms crossed for a moment, and finally gave Bo another response. "Your lucky I feel like killing something, I'll go."
American began to jog quickly, trying to keep a fast pace that he could hold. He was headed towards where Bo had said he had to go to see the anomaly. He was going to fix this corruption then get his soldier ass as Bo said back into his warm safe PET.
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A strange purple area was up ahead, massive tears and rips in the fabric of the net littering the glitched block of space. Movement is barely visible among the purple haze, but there's no doubt what they are.
Viruses.
CorruptedMetA: 400 HP
CorruptedMetB: 400 HP
CorruptedMetC: 400 HP
CorruptedMetD: 400 HP
American: 120 HP
(Don't worry. Trust me.)
Viruses.
CorruptedMetA: 400 HP
CorruptedMetB: 400 HP
CorruptedMetC: 400 HP
CorruptedMetD: 400 HP
American: 120 HP
(Don't worry. Trust me.)