ScorchMan radiated lava. The Metool melted in a most horrible death. The GMD was also damaged as it was being damaged by the lava.
-Viruses-
MetoolA: DELETED
MetoolB: DELETED
MetoolC: DELETED
MetoolD: DELETED
-Objects-
GMD: 15HP [Lava]
-Terrain-
60% Normal
40% Lava
-Navi-
ScorchMan.EXE: 100HP [10HP Barrier] [Lava]
~Battle 1: Victory!!~
Rewards: Guard1, 270z
OPEN GMD BEFORE IT MELTS IN THE LAVA: Y/N?
Step lively, ScorchMan!
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"Done and done," ScorchMan nodded to himself, retracting his buster barrels and surveying his lava-y territory with a hum of satisfaction. His aura faded to reveal his armoured visage smiling at the sound of applause; apparently it had been a good show.
Finally, he heard a swell of voices and an all-too familiar voice signalling his Operator's return. "Welcome back, Griffin. Everything alright?" the Navi asked, knowing full-well what must have gotten the man's attention.
ScorchMan was glad his Operator was so emotive; the grin was fully evident in Griffin's tone as he replied, "Yup, everything's hunky-dory. More importantly, you are aware that there's a Mystery Data on fire to your left?"
ScorchMan turned, and sure enough, there was a hunk of bright data resting on his coating of liquid heat. "I am aware. Is there something wrong?" he quirked a brow under his helmet, thankful that his scars at least didn't inhibit his ability to do that much.
Griffin looked to his audience for the strength to resist applying palm to face. "...MDs aren't fireproof, bro; you should get on that."
ScorchMan turned and raised his hand, mouth open as though to reply, "..." In the end, he never got a word out, instead choosing to simply walk across the magma, and access the Mystery Data.
[color=darkblue]<(GMD Open Y)>
Finally, he heard a swell of voices and an all-too familiar voice signalling his Operator's return. "Welcome back, Griffin. Everything alright?" the Navi asked, knowing full-well what must have gotten the man's attention.
ScorchMan was glad his Operator was so emotive; the grin was fully evident in Griffin's tone as he replied, "Yup, everything's hunky-dory. More importantly, you are aware that there's a Mystery Data on fire to your left?"
ScorchMan turned, and sure enough, there was a hunk of bright data resting on his coating of liquid heat. "I am aware. Is there something wrong?" he quirked a brow under his helmet, thankful that his scars at least didn't inhibit his ability to do that much.
Griffin looked to his audience for the strength to resist applying palm to face. "...MDs aren't fireproof, bro; you should get on that."
ScorchMan turned and raised his hand, mouth open as though to reply, "..." In the end, he never got a word out, instead choosing to simply walk across the magma, and access the Mystery Data.
[color=darkblue]<(GMD Open Y)>
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The shiny green crystal opens, revealing...
...A chip that few can claim to have. Lucky jerkwad.
ScorchMan GET: HammerToss1 BattleChip data
...A chip that few can claim to have. Lucky jerkwad.
ScorchMan GET: HammerToss1 BattleChip data
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ScorchMan let out a low whistle as he took a good look at the Battlechip contained within. "Griffin, our chip selection just got a pretty neat addition," he called up to the PET window, uploading the chip to let the man get a better look.
Several curious onlookers peered at the PET in Griffin's hands, watching in awe as he slotted in two blank chips: one for the data from the Metools, and one for this most recent chip. "HammerToss, huh? Can't say I've heard of it...and that's really cool! Come on, let's find somewhere that we can test it out!" Griffin exclaimed, pointing dramatically towards the TV, and the Net World they were viewing through it. The outcry was met with mass approval, and much copying from several smaller hands.
ScorchMan snorted in amusement, picking another direction at random and setting off towards it. He left his patch of lava behind him, face taciturn but content with his lot in life.
<(Battle #2, Ready!)>
Several curious onlookers peered at the PET in Griffin's hands, watching in awe as he slotted in two blank chips: one for the data from the Metools, and one for this most recent chip. "HammerToss, huh? Can't say I've heard of it...and that's really cool! Come on, let's find somewhere that we can test it out!" Griffin exclaimed, pointing dramatically towards the TV, and the Net World they were viewing through it. The outcry was met with mass approval, and much copying from several smaller hands.
ScorchMan snorted in amusement, picking another direction at random and setting off towards it. He left his patch of lava behind him, face taciturn but content with his lot in life.
<(Battle #2, Ready!)>
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What a strange sight ScorchMan came across next. Here, right in the middle of the suburban network, was a big bottomless pit! A narrow path stretched across it, forming a simple but solid bridge, while several smaller platforms floated over the expanse below. Simple enough to traverse of course, given the lack of high winds. But wait, there's something floating over the smaller platforms! Powies! Four of them, even! Does Scorchman dare cross the bridge with Powies on the prowl? Or does he just take the easy way out and throw rocks at them first?
---Viruses---
Powie A: 60 HP (Floating Platform)
Powie B: 60 HP (Floating Platform)
Powie C: 60 HP (Floating Platform)
Powie D: 60 HP (Floating Platform)
---Objects---
RockCube A: 200 HP (To left of bridge, Scorchman's side)
RockCube B: 200 HP (To right of bridge, Scorchman's side)
---You---
ScorchMan.EXE: 100 HP
---Terrain---
Normal: 40% (25% Bridge, 10% Before The Bridge, 5% Floating Platforms)
Missing: 60% (The big pit)
---Viruses---
Powie A: 60 HP (Floating Platform)
Powie B: 60 HP (Floating Platform)
Powie C: 60 HP (Floating Platform)
Powie D: 60 HP (Floating Platform)
---Objects---
RockCube A: 200 HP (To left of bridge, Scorchman's side)
RockCube B: 200 HP (To right of bridge, Scorchman's side)
---You---
ScorchMan.EXE: 100 HP
---Terrain---
Normal: 40% (25% Bridge, 10% Before The Bridge, 5% Floating Platforms)
Missing: 60% (The big pit)
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"And we've got viruses!" Griffin announced, rather unnecessarily given the image of the four Powies blown up on the TV screen, but more for dramatic effect than anything. "ScorchMan, any recommendations?" he called to his Navi, who was busy feeling out the terrain.
ScorchMan was, in that moment, very thankful that the ground gave just enough heat from natural processing for him to identify the difference between ground and empty space. "I don't know about you, Griffin but I'm not that keen on jumping out to those platforms. I'd rather fight them up here on my turf, personally," he replied back, flames licking at his armour as he prepared for battle.
"That's all well and good, buddy, but watch those Powies! You try to pull your barrier trick on them and they'll still squish you flat!" Griffin chimed in, flipping through a public virus BBS as he went, eventually humming and slotting a chip in. "Here's the Cannon; get their attention with it, and lure them up onto the bridge with you. You can scorch 'em as much as you want from there!"
ScorchMan had frozen upon hearing that his Conflagration would hinder more than help. Deciding not to reveal that he had completely overlooked that particular tidbit, he accepted the Cannon, shoulders flaring up as he moved onto the bridge. "Understood, here we go!"
A battle didn't truly start until the first shot was fired. With that in mind, ScorchMan had every intention of starting this particular fight off with a bang, loading the Cannon into his right gauntlet. The graphics overrode his Scorch Buster, signature weapon replaced with a bulky arm-mounted cannon. To the Navi's relief, Griffin had customized his chip layouts enough that the gun still retained the same gunmetal sheen as the rest of his armour; he could never be called vain, nor could he even see the colours anyway, but the thought of toting a bright green Cannon didn't quite sit well with him. Lining up his heat-vision with the sighting along the arm-cannon, ScorchMan stared down the length of his arm to the nearest Powie. He called out, loud and bold, "HEY, OVER HERE!" and released the chip, a low *boom* reporting from the Cannon as it sent a shot flying straight towards the nearest virus.
ScorchMan wasn't done with just that. For added measure, the burning Navi stomped the ground, searing his corner of safe ground and the bridge with a withering burst of flames. The ground became a molten deathtrap within seconds, a perfect ring of melted panels, and ScorchMan flared his shoulder vents until the blasting fire curled around his form like wings; it was, in other words, a flaming signal meant to draw attention. ScorchMan kept blasting heat until he was satisfied that the viruses had noticed his grand gesture, and then ended his waving shoulder-flames with a dramatic flare before they died down. He shouted out, "Come on, if you want to face me so bad? Come at me!" and jumped backwards, inviting the Powies to come to him and his molten battlefield; anyone trying to jump onto pool of red lava would have to deal with his own, red-hot terms.
Griffin and the kids continued to watch, transfixed by what had ultimately wound up as a grand, mighty...invitation to attack, or at least jump towards the burning Navi. Whether it was ultimately conductive towards a quick, simple battle or not, all the bright streaming flames were still very fun to watch from a safe distance.
-Turn Summary-
1. Cannon: PowieA [60 Null {A}, Knockback]
Passive: SetLava [Large Lava Terrain, centred around ScorchMan]
2. Taunt Powies [Attract to jump towards him and onto Lava terrain]
3. Dodge
ScorchMan was, in that moment, very thankful that the ground gave just enough heat from natural processing for him to identify the difference between ground and empty space. "I don't know about you, Griffin but I'm not that keen on jumping out to those platforms. I'd rather fight them up here on my turf, personally," he replied back, flames licking at his armour as he prepared for battle.
"That's all well and good, buddy, but watch those Powies! You try to pull your barrier trick on them and they'll still squish you flat!" Griffin chimed in, flipping through a public virus BBS as he went, eventually humming and slotting a chip in. "Here's the Cannon; get their attention with it, and lure them up onto the bridge with you. You can scorch 'em as much as you want from there!"
ScorchMan had frozen upon hearing that his Conflagration would hinder more than help. Deciding not to reveal that he had completely overlooked that particular tidbit, he accepted the Cannon, shoulders flaring up as he moved onto the bridge. "Understood, here we go!"
A battle didn't truly start until the first shot was fired. With that in mind, ScorchMan had every intention of starting this particular fight off with a bang, loading the Cannon into his right gauntlet. The graphics overrode his Scorch Buster, signature weapon replaced with a bulky arm-mounted cannon. To the Navi's relief, Griffin had customized his chip layouts enough that the gun still retained the same gunmetal sheen as the rest of his armour; he could never be called vain, nor could he even see the colours anyway, but the thought of toting a bright green Cannon didn't quite sit well with him. Lining up his heat-vision with the sighting along the arm-cannon, ScorchMan stared down the length of his arm to the nearest Powie. He called out, loud and bold, "HEY, OVER HERE!" and released the chip, a low *boom* reporting from the Cannon as it sent a shot flying straight towards the nearest virus.
ScorchMan wasn't done with just that. For added measure, the burning Navi stomped the ground, searing his corner of safe ground and the bridge with a withering burst of flames. The ground became a molten deathtrap within seconds, a perfect ring of melted panels, and ScorchMan flared his shoulder vents until the blasting fire curled around his form like wings; it was, in other words, a flaming signal meant to draw attention. ScorchMan kept blasting heat until he was satisfied that the viruses had noticed his grand gesture, and then ended his waving shoulder-flames with a dramatic flare before they died down. He shouted out, "Come on, if you want to face me so bad? Come at me!" and jumped backwards, inviting the Powies to come to him and his molten battlefield; anyone trying to jump onto pool of red lava would have to deal with his own, red-hot terms.
Griffin and the kids continued to watch, transfixed by what had ultimately wound up as a grand, mighty...invitation to attack, or at least jump towards the burning Navi. Whether it was ultimately conductive towards a quick, simple battle or not, all the bright streaming flames were still very fun to watch from a safe distance.
-Turn Summary-
1. Cannon: PowieA [60 Null {A}, Knockback]
Passive: SetLava [Large Lava Terrain, centred around ScorchMan]
2. Taunt Powies [Attract to jump towards him and onto Lava terrain]
3. Dodge
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ScorchMan blasted one of the Powies away with a big Cannon, then made the floor into lava. As the RockCubes began to melt, the taunting jibes of the Navi brought the Powies over to him. They dropped like lead weights... into the lava!
-Viruses-
PowieA: DELETED
PowieB: 50HP [Lava]
PowieC: 50HP [Lava]
PowieD: 50HP [Lava]
-Objects-
RockCubeA: 185HP [To left of bridge, ScorchMan's side] [Lava]
RockCubeB: 185HP [To right of bridge, ScorchMan's side] [Lava]
-Terrain-
5% Normal [Floating Platforms]
35% Lava [25% Bridge, 10% Before The Bridge]
60% Missing [Big Pit]
-Navi-
ScorchMan.EXE: 100HP [Lava]
-Viruses-
PowieA: DELETED
PowieB: 50HP [Lava]
PowieC: 50HP [Lava]
PowieD: 50HP [Lava]
-Objects-
RockCubeA: 185HP [To left of bridge, ScorchMan's side] [Lava]
RockCubeB: 185HP [To right of bridge, ScorchMan's side] [Lava]
-Terrain-
5% Normal [Floating Platforms]
35% Lava [25% Bridge, 10% Before The Bridge]
60% Missing [Big Pit]
-Navi-
ScorchMan.EXE: 100HP [Lava]
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ScorchMan was in his element, smouldering heat from the lava rising around him in curling waves of smoke and heat. "Griffin, they're all lined up for me. Send me the Shotgun; they're going down!" he called, blood heating up even as his vents were punched open by an exclamatory gout of flame.
The requested chips were sent, along with a counted-off cheer of, "Good luck, ScorchMan!" from the collective audience, Operator included. Griffin chuckled at the enthusiasm, knowing full well how much the kids loved ScorchMan, and that the serious-looking Navi couldn't deny his soft spot for them if he tried. "Buddy, go for a dramatic finish, why don't you?" he suggested, feeling more than seeing the assent from his virtual brother-at-arms.
"I think I can manage that," ScorchMan replied, already in the midst of loading up the Shotgun. His right gauntlet morphed once more, shifting from the spent Cannon to a new, sleeker gun. The Shotgun's long barrel was leveled at the Powies; the narrow path did a splendid job of keeping his targets in a straight line in front of him. With that in mind, ScorchMan's eyeless sights extended down the bridge, picking up amongst the heat of his lava terrain two suitable targets. Seized by a mixture of Fire-element hot blood and knowing his audience loved the dramatic, the burning Navi cried out, "Eat this!" and the Shotgun sounded off with a satisfying bang, storm of buckshot searing down the length of the bridge. His burning battleground had already taken its toll on the Powies, to the point where one blast of the powerful spread-shot would be enough to ensure deletion...and with them lined up along the bridge, the numerous rounds could pierce straight through the front-most virus.
ScorchMan's arm-cannon reverted back to the standard Scorch Buster as he readied himself for his next attack. Drawing on his internal fires and the ambient heat, it was the work of a second for flames to start blasting out his chest and shoulders, wrapping around him in a protective haze of bright yellow fire. Both his gauntlets unsheathed their gun barrels, cooling jackets glowing cherry-red as they prepped for firing. Drawing not on any Battlechip's power, ScorchMan readied his own power, unleashing a long stream of fire from each buster; the twin blasts coiled together, forming a singular blazing stream that sailed down the length of the battlefield, aimed straight at the one Powie he hadn't targeted yet.
His internal reservoir of flame temporarily depleted, the burning Navi lowered one buster gauntlet but not the other, keeping his sights locked on the same Powie; as it was, his own conflagrations weren't as strong as his chip collection yet, and the earlier fire blast would need a little more assistance. Holding his shooting arm with the other to steady himself, a single standard buster shot flew from the Scorch Buster, still glowing red hot but no longer leaking flame from the tips. That, he thought, should be enough, unless any of his shots had gone awry...but even if they had, his flames would protect him regardless, at least once.
-Turn Summary-
1. Shotgun: PowieB [50 Null {A}, Spread1 [aimed at PowieC]]
2. Signature: Conflagration: PowieD [40 [color=red]Fire[/color] {A}, 20HP Barrier]
3. Scorch Buster: PowieD [10 Null {A}]
The requested chips were sent, along with a counted-off cheer of, "Good luck, ScorchMan!" from the collective audience, Operator included. Griffin chuckled at the enthusiasm, knowing full well how much the kids loved ScorchMan, and that the serious-looking Navi couldn't deny his soft spot for them if he tried. "Buddy, go for a dramatic finish, why don't you?" he suggested, feeling more than seeing the assent from his virtual brother-at-arms.
"I think I can manage that," ScorchMan replied, already in the midst of loading up the Shotgun. His right gauntlet morphed once more, shifting from the spent Cannon to a new, sleeker gun. The Shotgun's long barrel was leveled at the Powies; the narrow path did a splendid job of keeping his targets in a straight line in front of him. With that in mind, ScorchMan's eyeless sights extended down the bridge, picking up amongst the heat of his lava terrain two suitable targets. Seized by a mixture of Fire-element hot blood and knowing his audience loved the dramatic, the burning Navi cried out, "Eat this!" and the Shotgun sounded off with a satisfying bang, storm of buckshot searing down the length of the bridge. His burning battleground had already taken its toll on the Powies, to the point where one blast of the powerful spread-shot would be enough to ensure deletion...and with them lined up along the bridge, the numerous rounds could pierce straight through the front-most virus.
ScorchMan's arm-cannon reverted back to the standard Scorch Buster as he readied himself for his next attack. Drawing on his internal fires and the ambient heat, it was the work of a second for flames to start blasting out his chest and shoulders, wrapping around him in a protective haze of bright yellow fire. Both his gauntlets unsheathed their gun barrels, cooling jackets glowing cherry-red as they prepped for firing. Drawing not on any Battlechip's power, ScorchMan readied his own power, unleashing a long stream of fire from each buster; the twin blasts coiled together, forming a singular blazing stream that sailed down the length of the battlefield, aimed straight at the one Powie he hadn't targeted yet.
His internal reservoir of flame temporarily depleted, the burning Navi lowered one buster gauntlet but not the other, keeping his sights locked on the same Powie; as it was, his own conflagrations weren't as strong as his chip collection yet, and the earlier fire blast would need a little more assistance. Holding his shooting arm with the other to steady himself, a single standard buster shot flew from the Scorch Buster, still glowing red hot but no longer leaking flame from the tips. That, he thought, should be enough, unless any of his shots had gone awry...but even if they had, his flames would protect him regardless, at least once.
-Turn Summary-
1. Shotgun: PowieB [50 Null {A}, Spread1 [aimed at PowieC]]
2. Signature: Conflagration: PowieD [40 [color=red]Fire[/color] {A}, 20HP Barrier]
3. Scorch Buster: PowieD [10 Null {A}]
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OH GOD THE FLAMES!
THE LAVA! IT BURNS!
POWIE SMASH BARRIER!
WHAT!? MORE FLAMES!
AHHHHHHH!
-Viruses-
PowieA: DELETED
PowieB: DELETED
PowieC: DELETED
PowieD: DELETED
-Objects-
RockCubeA: 170HP [To left of bridge, ScorchMan's side] [Lava]
RockCubeB: 170HP [To right of bridge, ScorchMan's side] [Lava]
-Terrain-
5% Normal [Floating Platforms]
30% Lava [25% Bridge, 5% Before The Bridge]
5% Cracked [Before The Bridge]
60% Missing [Big Pit]
-Navi-
ScorchMan.EXE: 100HP [Barrier Broken!] [Cracked]
~Battle 2: Victory!!~
Rewards: Quake1, 270z
THE LAVA! IT BURNS!
POWIE SMASH BARRIER!
WHAT!? MORE FLAMES!
AHHHHHHH!
-Viruses-
PowieA: DELETED
PowieB: DELETED
PowieC: DELETED
PowieD: DELETED
-Objects-
RockCubeA: 170HP [To left of bridge, ScorchMan's side] [Lava]
RockCubeB: 170HP [To right of bridge, ScorchMan's side] [Lava]
-Terrain-
5% Normal [Floating Platforms]
30% Lava [25% Bridge, 5% Before The Bridge]
5% Cracked [Before The Bridge]
60% Missing [Big Pit]
-Navi-
ScorchMan.EXE: 100HP [Barrier Broken!] [Cracked]
~Battle 2: Victory!!~
Rewards: Quake1, 270z
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"Way to go, ScorchMan!" Griffin exclaimed, raising his fist in victory. The same cheer that rose up from the last successful battle made a return, this time even moreso from the more dynamic action.
"Griffin, I see more rewards for us. We should start building a collection for the next time we come here, then we can really impress our audience," ScorchMan replied, taking the new battlechip and giving it a look. "Quake, huh...could come in handy," he murmured to himself, sending it and the zenny up to Griffin's PET for collection.
"Well, where t-" the burly man was immediately cut off by a loud, piercing alarm sounding off from his PET, drawing several screams of surprise from the surrounding crowd of kids. His face fell as he beheld the message: grand-scale fire, all hands on deck...he took a deep breath and called, "Time's up, ScorchMan, we're on duty."
ScorchMan knew the significance of the alarm just as well as Griffin. "Got it, I'm heading back." Flaring his vents, ScorchMan vanished from the Net in a haze of flames, leaving nothing behind but a few embers on the still-hot ground.
[Jacking Out]
"Griffin, I see more rewards for us. We should start building a collection for the next time we come here, then we can really impress our audience," ScorchMan replied, taking the new battlechip and giving it a look. "Quake, huh...could come in handy," he murmured to himself, sending it and the zenny up to Griffin's PET for collection.
"Well, where t-" the burly man was immediately cut off by a loud, piercing alarm sounding off from his PET, drawing several screams of surprise from the surrounding crowd of kids. His face fell as he beheld the message: grand-scale fire, all hands on deck...he took a deep breath and called, "Time's up, ScorchMan, we're on duty."
ScorchMan knew the significance of the alarm just as well as Griffin. "Got it, I'm heading back." Flaring his vents, ScorchMan vanished from the Net in a haze of flames, leaving nothing behind but a few embers on the still-hot ground.
[Jacking Out]