OUI: Net Edition
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<(Pleeze don't warn me for this, but just FYI, ElecReel is now ElecReel1, it now does 80 instead of 100, and has only D-rank Accuracy against flying targets.)> /swt
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As the boomer gets hit and lost from sight in the massive explosions and shots, Rass was sure the battle was over.
He was right.
But, as the battle routine and the cross deactivate, and the ground reappears around the small navi's island, before him is none other than the BoomerRider, having just jacked in to land on his trusted virus, which showed no signs of damage whatsoever.
Heh. Nice work, runt. Maybe I'll fight you at more than minimum power, next time. The navi taunted, rapidly ascending. Don't think I'll forget this! Next time we meet, you're mine! Came the final cry, along with chilling laughter.
Of course, it was still a win for Rass... right?
SpikedBoomer: RETREATED
BoomerRider: RETREATED
Rass: 117 HP
-Victory!-
Prize: 1150z
He was right.
But, as the battle routine and the cross deactivate, and the ground reappears around the small navi's island, before him is none other than the BoomerRider, having just jacked in to land on his trusted virus, which showed no signs of damage whatsoever.
Heh. Nice work, runt. Maybe I'll fight you at more than minimum power, next time. The navi taunted, rapidly ascending. Don't think I'll forget this! Next time we meet, you're mine! Came the final cry, along with chilling laughter.
Of course, it was still a win for Rass... right?
SpikedBoomer: RETREATED
BoomerRider: RETREATED
Rass: 117 HP
-Victory!-
Prize: 1150
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"That's right, BoomerRetard! Run away! Quail before the might of a true super savior!" cried Mass, extending the middle fingers of both hands and waving them around in the retreating navi's general direction, "Suck it, world! Suck it long, and suck it hard, because I OWN you! Who's the best? Super Savior 'I'm the best' Mass, that's who!"
Sheesh, give it a rest, sniped an irritated Tem, Let's not forget the fact that you damn well nearly killed us before, and that you'd be 'Mass, the all-powerful pancake' if it weren't for me.
"Ahah...er..." began Mass, closing his eyes and rubbing the back of his helmet, "That is to say... well... I suppose if you put it that way, it would... APPEAR as though I was somewhat in error." Mass seemed as though he were lost in thought, staring off to the side and biting his lower lip. Suddenly, he folded his arms and smirked, glancing downward toward his massive chest. "I've made my decision, blue scanner girl thing!" he said boistrously, "you're smarter than you look, and despite the fact that you're nowhere near as powerfully sexy as I am, you've managed to catch my interest!"
W...What?! stammered Tem, clearly at a loss for words.
"Hahah! I see you're speechless with infatuation! It's alright, It happens to those women who have the privilege of recieving my manly charms! I can only pretend to understand how madly in love you are with me, but rest assured, even though I can expect a harem of girls to fall to my feet when next we go into public, you'll at least have a fighting chance in my eyes!"
With that, Mass gave one final laugh as his firey aura receded into his chest, taking the rather muscular frame back inside along with it. The once-majestic netnavi now stood, thin, and frail as ever, pink eyes scanning from left to right in confusion.
"So..." began Rass, scratching the side of his helmet, "Did we win?"
((Battle 6))
Sheesh, give it a rest, sniped an irritated Tem, Let's not forget the fact that you damn well nearly killed us before, and that you'd be 'Mass, the all-powerful pancake' if it weren't for me.
"Ahah...er..." began Mass, closing his eyes and rubbing the back of his helmet, "That is to say... well... I suppose if you put it that way, it would... APPEAR as though I was somewhat in error." Mass seemed as though he were lost in thought, staring off to the side and biting his lower lip. Suddenly, he folded his arms and smirked, glancing downward toward his massive chest. "I've made my decision, blue scanner girl thing!" he said boistrously, "you're smarter than you look, and despite the fact that you're nowhere near as powerfully sexy as I am, you've managed to catch my interest!"
W...What?! stammered Tem, clearly at a loss for words.
"Hahah! I see you're speechless with infatuation! It's alright, It happens to those women who have the privilege of recieving my manly charms! I can only pretend to understand how madly in love you are with me, but rest assured, even though I can expect a harem of girls to fall to my feet when next we go into public, you'll at least have a fighting chance in my eyes!"
With that, Mass gave one final laugh as his firey aura receded into his chest, taking the rather muscular frame back inside along with it. The once-majestic netnavi now stood, thin, and frail as ever, pink eyes scanning from left to right in confusion.
"So..." began Rass, scratching the side of his helmet, "Did we win?"
((Battle 6))
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"INAZUMA KICK!" yelled a voice whose figure descended from the air and crashed down in front of Rass, but missed him horribly.
"Oh, it's a navi, let's battle!" the figure said, obviously some Heelnavi of some sort, it looks like some viruses are with him as well.
Kung-Fu: 150 HP
HoneybomberA: 110 HP
HoneybomberB: 110 HP
HoneybomberC: 110 HP
HoneybomberD: 110 HP
Terrain: Normal
Rass.exe: 100 HP
-<GONG>-
-BATTLE 6-
-FIGHT-
"Oh, it's a navi, let's battle!" the figure said, obviously some Heelnavi of some sort, it looks like some viruses are with him as well.
Kung-Fu: 150 HP
HoneybomberA: 110 HP
HoneybomberB: 110 HP
HoneybomberC: 110 HP
HoneybomberD: 110 HP
Terrain: Normal
Rass.exe: 100 HP
-<GONG>-
-BATTLE 6-
-FIGHT-
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((I'm out of cross, so my max HP is 100))
I can't believe it, Tem! Mass said that he actually likes you? Why do you get all the attention?! whined Argo, as Rass slowly stumbled around the network, still clutching his head, I mean, I was important in that battle too, you know! I don't see why you get all the credit! I mean, heck, if I weren't around, we would totally uh.... have overloaded that circuit back there! Why wouldn't he notice something important like that?
Ugh, YOU'D want the attention of an arrogant oaf like that, muttered a disgusted Tem, You can HAVE him. For one thing, he's not my type. For another, it'd be like being in a relationship with Rass! That's a pretty big turn-off if you ask me.
"Look, guys, I can almost understand the need for you to poke fun at me constantly," interrupted Rass under his breath, "but can you at least acknowledge the fact that you're doing it in front of me? I mean, I don't really think it's all that much to as..."
"INAZUMA KICK!"
"Whoa!" yelled Rass as the newly-arrived navi aimed a devastating drop kick in front of him and started yelling some sort of indecipherable challenge. Wary of the fact that the panels beneath the violet fighter's foot now featured fine crystalline cracks, he shaded his eyes and addressed the newcomer. "Umm... sorry, could you repeat that, maybe? Not so loud too, I'm still a bit er... disoriented," he muttered, "You see, I just had this battle and now I..."
Buck up, Rasshole! It sounds like this one's a true fighter! hollered Argo excitedly, his presence leaking into Rass' two fists and thrusting both arms forward to get a better look, Or maybe not. Looks like just another idiot with no idea who he's up against. What say we teach that moron a lesson he won't soon forget!
"Guh?" asked Rass, confusedly, "I don't know Argo. He looks pretty s-strong. I mean, he's obviously some sort of m-martial artist, and he's got all those beehives around him. My head really hurts too, so maybe we should j-just walk away, you know?"
Rass, what do you mean by that? Did you not just hear him issue us a challenge? asked Tem, already performing a point scan and calling up "Kung-Fu's" technical specifications, HE'S the one who wants to fight US, not the other way around! Now get your act together, this won't be too difficult. The first thing you're going to need to do is establish a defensive basis through Argo's Terraformer, combined with the versatile, short-range defenses conferred by Ishamel's...
"Ah, um... that's the thing, see." muttered Suien, who had been silent for a rather long time, "You see, when you dealt the final blow to that last opponent there, the other patrons in the crowd gave a pretty big cheer. Unfortunately, one of them bumped into the White Russian I had ordered to celebrate and it sort of uh... spilled all over the PET." Suien tapped the smoking PET once or twice for emphasis. "Drinks for the rest of the night are on the house, but I'm afraid the process upgrades have short-circuited. Sorry about that."
Tem bristled.
-*-
"Oh geez, she's mad," muttered Suien, turning down the volume of his PET as he riffled through his battlechips, squinting as he read the tiny print on their labels. The uproarious crowd made it difficult to concentrate as several others jacked their navis into the television network to emulate his startling victory over the BoomerRider. Holding up the airshot and discord chips, he nodded to himself as he nimbly grasped a third, green-colored battlechip and slid the trio in, one after the other, into the PET's chiptray. Three rapid clicks indicated that the data had been successfully transmitted, as Suien reached into his pocket for his portable keyboard. Unfolding the small piece of hardware and laying it gingerly upon the bar, he connected it to his PET and opened up Rass' software code. "I can manage this," he muttered to himself, downing the remainder of his drink as his fingers flew across the keyboard, "I aced my advanced programming final while completely hammered. Programming a few basic routines shouldn't be any problem. Geez, when did they make these stupid keys so small?"
-*-
Meanwhile, inside the PET, Rass was quite frankly, surprised at Tem's ability to find so many disparaging insults aimed at someone other than himself. As the tactical subsystem raged upward toward the unseen netOp, the fusion navi stood and waited, nervously eyeing the karate-master opponent in front of him. The latest set of battlechips, it seemed, went largely unnoticed by the quartet of systems.
I ah... I don't think he's listening Tem, noted Argo, displaying a rare streak of nervousness, Maybe we should just get this thing out of the way.
What?! How DARE he not listen to me! He should take responsibility for his foolishness and the fact that his idiotic drinking run ended up destroying crucial components that we worked hard for! Tem fumed.
"Ah... er... Tem?" interrupted Rass, "I d-don't think our crucial components have been damaged beyond repair. Actually, I think most of the p-process upgrades are still w-working just fine. We just shorted out the hardware, that's all."
Shut the hell up, Rass! It looks like I'm going to have to take things into my own hands. Again. And it looks like it'll be to clean up a mess one of you morons made. Again! she shouted as Rass' normally-black body became a deep shade of blue and one of his fists clenched tightly independent of his will, You know what? I don't need any of you, just WATCH!
And with that, she was off, bolting toward her violet opponent with speed and agility. As she closed the distance to Kung-Fu, she feinted to the right for a split second before spiraling to her left, clutching a silvery object in her hand. Using the momentum from the maneuver, she sent the metallic weapon flying toward the opposing forces, the silver shaft unfolding into a fully-functional tuby virus as it skidded to a halt on the ground. Without missing a beat, Tem thrust both hands forward, palms outstretched, and sent a violent burst of air toward the main opponent. The resultant shockwave sent Rass' body flying backward momentarily, causing the fusion navi to let out a gasp of surprise. Tem, however, was unperturbed. I hope you're watching this, Suien, she hissed dangerously as she spun the newly-arrived boomerang battlechip in place, I always suspected that you clowns were holding me back, and this is going to prove it! The boomerang sliced through the air, sending a metallic whine as it arced neatly toward the opponents...
G...Geez, maybe it really is her time of the month, gulped Argo, from behind Rass, I'm just glad I'm not the other guy...
1: Discord (Summons 100HP Tuby, confuses opponents) — Confuse HoneyBomberA and B
2: Airshot (20 damage) - Kung-Fu into HoneyBomberA and HoneyBomberB
3: Boomerang (60 damage) — Kung-Fu, HoneyBomberA, HoneyBomberB, attempt to have HoneyBombersA and B attack Kung-Fu with bees
4: Prepped Dodge
I can't believe it, Tem! Mass said that he actually likes you? Why do you get all the attention?! whined Argo, as Rass slowly stumbled around the network, still clutching his head, I mean, I was important in that battle too, you know! I don't see why you get all the credit! I mean, heck, if I weren't around, we would totally uh.... have overloaded that circuit back there! Why wouldn't he notice something important like that?
Ugh, YOU'D want the attention of an arrogant oaf like that, muttered a disgusted Tem, You can HAVE him. For one thing, he's not my type. For another, it'd be like being in a relationship with Rass! That's a pretty big turn-off if you ask me.
"Look, guys, I can almost understand the need for you to poke fun at me constantly," interrupted Rass under his breath, "but can you at least acknowledge the fact that you're doing it in front of me? I mean, I don't really think it's all that much to as..."
"INAZUMA KICK!"
"Whoa!" yelled Rass as the newly-arrived navi aimed a devastating drop kick in front of him and started yelling some sort of indecipherable challenge. Wary of the fact that the panels beneath the violet fighter's foot now featured fine crystalline cracks, he shaded his eyes and addressed the newcomer. "Umm... sorry, could you repeat that, maybe? Not so loud too, I'm still a bit er... disoriented," he muttered, "You see, I just had this battle and now I..."
Buck up, Rasshole! It sounds like this one's a true fighter! hollered Argo excitedly, his presence leaking into Rass' two fists and thrusting both arms forward to get a better look, Or maybe not. Looks like just another idiot with no idea who he's up against. What say we teach that moron a lesson he won't soon forget!
"Guh?" asked Rass, confusedly, "I don't know Argo. He looks pretty s-strong. I mean, he's obviously some sort of m-martial artist, and he's got all those beehives around him. My head really hurts too, so maybe we should j-just walk away, you know?"
Rass, what do you mean by that? Did you not just hear him issue us a challenge? asked Tem, already performing a point scan and calling up "Kung-Fu's" technical specifications, HE'S the one who wants to fight US, not the other way around! Now get your act together, this won't be too difficult. The first thing you're going to need to do is establish a defensive basis through Argo's Terraformer, combined with the versatile, short-range defenses conferred by Ishamel's...
"Ah, um... that's the thing, see." muttered Suien, who had been silent for a rather long time, "You see, when you dealt the final blow to that last opponent there, the other patrons in the crowd gave a pretty big cheer. Unfortunately, one of them bumped into the White Russian I had ordered to celebrate and it sort of uh... spilled all over the PET." Suien tapped the smoking PET once or twice for emphasis. "Drinks for the rest of the night are on the house, but I'm afraid the process upgrades have short-circuited. Sorry about that."
Tem bristled.
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"Oh geez, she's mad," muttered Suien, turning down the volume of his PET as he riffled through his battlechips, squinting as he read the tiny print on their labels. The uproarious crowd made it difficult to concentrate as several others jacked their navis into the television network to emulate his startling victory over the BoomerRider. Holding up the airshot and discord chips, he nodded to himself as he nimbly grasped a third, green-colored battlechip and slid the trio in, one after the other, into the PET's chiptray. Three rapid clicks indicated that the data had been successfully transmitted, as Suien reached into his pocket for his portable keyboard. Unfolding the small piece of hardware and laying it gingerly upon the bar, he connected it to his PET and opened up Rass' software code. "I can manage this," he muttered to himself, downing the remainder of his drink as his fingers flew across the keyboard, "I aced my advanced programming final while completely hammered. Programming a few basic routines shouldn't be any problem. Geez, when did they make these stupid keys so small?"
-*-
Meanwhile, inside the PET, Rass was quite frankly, surprised at Tem's ability to find so many disparaging insults aimed at someone other than himself. As the tactical subsystem raged upward toward the unseen netOp, the fusion navi stood and waited, nervously eyeing the karate-master opponent in front of him. The latest set of battlechips, it seemed, went largely unnoticed by the quartet of systems.
I ah... I don't think he's listening Tem, noted Argo, displaying a rare streak of nervousness, Maybe we should just get this thing out of the way.
What?! How DARE he not listen to me! He should take responsibility for his foolishness and the fact that his idiotic drinking run ended up destroying crucial components that we worked hard for! Tem fumed.
"Ah... er... Tem?" interrupted Rass, "I d-don't think our crucial components have been damaged beyond repair. Actually, I think most of the p-process upgrades are still w-working just fine. We just shorted out the hardware, that's all."
Shut the hell up, Rass! It looks like I'm going to have to take things into my own hands. Again. And it looks like it'll be to clean up a mess one of you morons made. Again! she shouted as Rass' normally-black body became a deep shade of blue and one of his fists clenched tightly independent of his will, You know what? I don't need any of you, just WATCH!
And with that, she was off, bolting toward her violet opponent with speed and agility. As she closed the distance to Kung-Fu, she feinted to the right for a split second before spiraling to her left, clutching a silvery object in her hand. Using the momentum from the maneuver, she sent the metallic weapon flying toward the opposing forces, the silver shaft unfolding into a fully-functional tuby virus as it skidded to a halt on the ground. Without missing a beat, Tem thrust both hands forward, palms outstretched, and sent a violent burst of air toward the main opponent. The resultant shockwave sent Rass' body flying backward momentarily, causing the fusion navi to let out a gasp of surprise. Tem, however, was unperturbed. I hope you're watching this, Suien, she hissed dangerously as she spun the newly-arrived boomerang battlechip in place, I always suspected that you clowns were holding me back, and this is going to prove it! The boomerang sliced through the air, sending a metallic whine as it arced neatly toward the opponents...
G...Geez, maybe it really is her time of the month, gulped Argo, from behind Rass, I'm just glad I'm not the other guy...
1: Discord (Summons 100HP Tuby, confuses opponents) — Confuse HoneyBomberA and B
2: Airshot (20 damage) - Kung-Fu into HoneyBomberA and HoneyBomberB
3: Boomerang (60 damage) — Kung-Fu, HoneyBomberA, HoneyBomberB, attempt to have HoneyBombersA and B attack Kung-Fu with bees
4: Prepped Dodge
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Kung-Fu is blown back into his allies. He shrugs it off, but his allies send their bees swarming. Some attack Kung-Fu, some attack Rass, some just fly farther into the netscape never to be seen again. Tem lays out the rage with her Boomerang, cutting more into the enemy forces.
"Aha! I have stumbled upon a true warrior!" Kung-Fu proclaimed. "Though his music seems to throw me off, never fear! I am almighty!" The Heelnavi rushed his opponent and cried "Fated Technique! One-Inch Punch!" Kung-Fu came to an abrupt halt in front of Rass and punched him with little force and distance in the nose. He backflipped and put his hands on his hips saying, "Ha-Ha! How do you like that?"
Kung-Fu: 70 HP
HoneybomberA: 30 HP
HoneybomberB: 30 HP
HoneybomberC: 110 HP
HoneybomberD: 110 HP
Terrain: Normal
Rass.exe: 70 HP
Tuby: 100 HP (0/3)
"Aha! I have stumbled upon a true warrior!" Kung-Fu proclaimed. "Though his music seems to throw me off, never fear! I am almighty!" The Heelnavi rushed his opponent and cried "Fated Technique! One-Inch Punch!" Kung-Fu came to an abrupt halt in front of Rass and punched him with little force and distance in the nose. He backflipped and put his hands on his hips saying, "Ha-Ha! How do you like that?"
Kung-Fu: 70 HP
HoneybomberA: 30 HP
HoneybomberB: 30 HP
HoneybomberC: 110 HP
HoneybomberD: 110 HP
Terrain: Normal
Rass.exe: 70 HP
Tuby: 100 HP (0/3)
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((If a picture is worth a thousand words and a comic is comprised of multiple pictures, then...))
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1: ElecSword (80) HoneybomberA, HoneybomberB, Kung Fu
2: Sea Zone - Create large body of aqua panels
3: Areagrab above water (+accuracy, +evade)
4: Elecreel1 (80, 160 due to water) HoneybomberC, HoneybomberD, Kung Fu
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1: ElecSword (80) HoneybomberA, HoneybomberB, Kung Fu
2: Sea Zone - Create large body of aqua panels
3: Areagrab above water (+accuracy, +evade)
4: Elecreel1 (80, 160 due to water) HoneybomberC, HoneybomberD, Kung Fu
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In an epic series of comic win and Skyrendering,
Rass, Tem, Argo, and Ishmael conquer over Kung-Fu and his viruses, wiping them out completely and utterly. They will never ever rise from their ashes of defeat and humiliation.
Kung-Fu: EPICALLY OWNED
HoneybomberA: EPICALLY OWNED
HoneybomberB: EPICALLY OWNED
HoneybomberC: EPICALLY OWNED
HoneybomberD: EPICALLY OWNED
Terrain: 70% Sea, 30% Normal
Rass.exe: 70 HP
Tuby: 100 HP (0/3)
-SKYRENDER WINS AND HAS TOTAL AND UTTER COMPLETE VICTORY-
Get: 1800z
((OOC GET: GOD STATUS))
Rass, Tem, Argo, and Ishmael conquer over Kung-Fu and his viruses, wiping them out completely and utterly. They will never ever rise from their ashes of defeat and humiliation.
Kung-Fu: EPICALLY OWNED
HoneybomberA: EPICALLY OWNED
HoneybomberB: EPICALLY OWNED
HoneybomberC: EPICALLY OWNED
HoneybomberD: EPICALLY OWNED
Terrain: 70% Sea, 30% Normal
Rass.exe: 70 HP
Tuby: 100 HP (0/3)
-SKYRENDER WINS AND HAS TOTAL AND UTTER COMPLETE VICTORY-
Get: 1800z
((OOC GET: GOD STATUS))
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Feh, spat Tem, as she arced Rass' body downward to earth in a neat backflip. The tactical subsystem tensed the sinewy muscles of the fusionist protoplasm as she broke the water's surface. I'm sure that little stunt taught that wannabe fighter that he ought to choose his fights more carefully, she said haughtily, swirling backwards into her gemstone, Not that we're possessing a particularly menacing visage, mind you.
Rass opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. After all, Tem was back to her calculating, manipulative, and sardonic self, so who was he to complain?
-*-
With his latest victory propelling him to new heights of popularity, Suien Matsumoto found himself at the top of the proverbial world. Drunken bar patrons cheered as Rass delivered the fatal blow to the challenger, and the dark-haired netOp smiled and thrust his fist up in the air in a victorious, alcohol-inspired pose...
...and instantly regretted it as he felt his innards rise up to his chest. The bespectacled netOp gagged momentarily, before hurriedly collecting his things and darting out the door. As dangerous as it was to be wandering the streets of Electown drunk, it wouldn't be half as dangerous of incurring the wrath of the burly barkeep by bespoiling the tavern's carpet.
((Rass.EXE, logging out))
Rass opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. After all, Tem was back to her calculating, manipulative, and sardonic self, so who was he to complain?
-*-
With his latest victory propelling him to new heights of popularity, Suien Matsumoto found himself at the top of the proverbial world. Drunken bar patrons cheered as Rass delivered the fatal blow to the challenger, and the dark-haired netOp smiled and thrust his fist up in the air in a victorious, alcohol-inspired pose...
...and instantly regretted it as he felt his innards rise up to his chest. The bespectacled netOp gagged momentarily, before hurriedly collecting his things and darting out the door. As dangerous as it was to be wandering the streets of Electown drunk, it wouldn't be half as dangerous of incurring the wrath of the burly barkeep by bespoiling the tavern's carpet.
((Rass.EXE, logging out))